Mrs. Hudson stood in her kitchen wiping down the counters from the tea she had just spilt.
"Really must be more careful." She reminded herself under her breath. Still muttering she didn't hear the footsteps coming closer to the door. She went to ring out the cloth, which was now soaked in tea, over the sink when she saw the shadowy figure of a person in her door. "Sherlock?" She called out timidly, "Is that you? Did you and John finish the case already?" The door creaked open and Mrs. Hudson dropped the dish rag she was holding onto the floor where it landed at her feet splashing water onto her shoes and stockings. That was most certainly not Sherlock in her door that was not Sherlock at all.
Across town Sherlock Holmes and John Watson where catching a cab back to Baker Street after a rather disappointing case in Sherlock's option.
"What a colossal waste of time." He told John exasperatedly as a cab stopped in front of them and Sherlock pulled open the door to enter. "Took less than a minute to figure out it was the gardener." Sherlock momentarily looked out his window at the house they had just come from all the bushes were untrimmed he could have told them it was the gardener without going inside the house. "Where is a good serial killer when you need one?" John looked at Sherlock with slight contempt at that last remark.
"Generally, Sherlock, not having serial killers going on murder sprees is a good thing."
John Watson was always there to keep Sherlock not so, psychopathic. Or at the very least John was there because Sherlock was his friend, in fact he was his best friend and the last time he let Sherlock go to a crime scene alone he was kicked off the premises after deducing that Sargent Donavan had a one night stand the night before, Lestrard was hung over after trying to drown away his sorrows of catching his wife cheating again, and had rather loudly declared that the newest forensics assistant had herpes which she had gotten from her boss. John was asked to accompany Sherlock to all crime scenes now or at least until they got a case that would keep him occupied for more than 10 minutes.
Sherlock got his phone out of his pocket and quickly searched through the police reports for murders within London with no luck. With a few more quick taps he looked at the inbox on John's blog hoping for something better then what he had seen this morning to no avail. At least he had some fresh bones from he may be able to do the acidic radiance tests if he could only get his hands on a small amount of mercury oh the fun he could have with that! But Sherlock knew that after last year's catastrophe Mycroft had made sure that Sherlock wouldn't be able to get very much of that any time soon. He supposed he could work around Mycroft, as he always seemed to be doing nowadays, but really none of it seemed worth the effort. With a sigh Sherlock put his phone back into his jacket pocket and looked out the window at the passing streets of London. When did his beautifully vile city become so pristine and boring? Nothing ever happened anymore.