The rain had been coming down thick and fast for hours, but to Sherlock it felt like months or maybe even years. The constant pitter patter of water droplets against the window was driving him insane, it took all his strength not to jump up and shoot several more holes in the wall.
Trying to throw screwed up bits of newspaper into John's open, snoring mouth was getting tiresome. Sherlock envied john. The fact he could just fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and not have to put up with a million thoughts buzzing around his head at a hundred miles per hour.
Sherlock leant over and tapped 'F5' on the keyboard. Hoping, pleading that the website would come up with something other than people wanting to know where their left sock had disappeared to. He heard John shift in his seat, obviously rousing himself from the depths of sleep.
"Oh how nice of you to join us." Sherlock said flatly.
"Don't you ever sleep?" John grumbled, and began to stretch his weary arms above his head, they felt like lead.
"Occasionally." Sherlock answered, giving Mrs Hudson a slight smile as she brought over two cups of tea. Minus the biscuits, Sherlock thought disapprovingly.
"Why have I got paper-" John began to ask, but was hushed by Sherlock who appeared to be listening for something.
They both heard the two loud knocks coming from the front door a few seconds later. Mrs Hudson made her way down the stairs to answer the door. "If it's Mycroft tell him I'm not in." Sherlock called cheerily, reaching over and batting John on the knee with a rolled up newspaper to wake him up yet again. "You really need to stop doing that John." Sherlock said with a mock frown provoking John to roll his eyes and sigh in a sarcastic manner, brushing off the bits of newspaper that had somehow appeared on his jumper. "It's Detective Lestrade, Sherlock." Mrs Hudson called from downstairs. "Says he has a case for you."
With that Sherlock jumped up, an excited gleam in his eyes, "Oh what would they do without me...Not very much I suppose." Sliding his coat on with ease and adjusting his scarf, Sherlock looked over at John who was bleary eyed and struggling to even get an arm into his coat. Hm, maybe he doesn't sleep as well as I first thought, Sherlock muttered to himself.
John threw Sherlock his hat and tried to pull himself together, forcing back a laugh as he saw Sherlock stood in the doorway, like a dog eager to go on a long walk. "C'mon John, we've got a case to solve. The game is on!" Sherlock almost shouted with sheer enthusiasm, bounding down the stairs, followed a few moments later by the slow footsteps of John who was pretty sure half of his brain was still sleeping.
"Where did Lestrade go?" John asked once they were outside, biting back a yawn.
"He just said to meet him outside the British Museum in ten minutes, something about a missing statue and a dead man." Mrs Hudson stated with a nod of her head.
"Taxi!" Sherlock shouted, leaning forward and gesticulating wildly with his left arm at passing cabs. Sure enough a taxi pulled up a few seconds later. John never understood how taxis just sort of appeared when Sherlock needed one, but when he did it took at least half an hour.
"British Museum please." Sherlock told the taxi driver, "Goodbye Mrs Hudson enjoy your meal out tonight, but be careful don't have the prawn salad... They never look like they're quite dead."
John clambered into the taxi, smiling at the slight look of bewilderment on Mrs Hudson's face as they drove off. Sherlock deducting things was probably one of the most amusing things if it wasn't happening to you.
/ Bit of a short intro chapter really, I've wanted to write a Sherlock fic for ages, I love murder mysteries and Sherlock to me is the perfect detective. So please tell me what you think and I'll update soon I promise x o