I thought this might be a funny circumstance if Sherlock Holmes would have to appear for jury duty. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: No, I still do not own any rights to Sherlock. Damn!

-The Duty of Sherlock Holmes-

John Watson walked into the apartment of 221B Baker Street. He was pleasantly surprised to hear silence. Usually his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, would be playing his violin, shooting at the wall, or carrying on with some experiment. John chuckled to himself, but soon figured that there had to be something wrong. It was never this quiet. Especially when Sherlock was around.

John raced up the stairs to the flat and was relieved to find Sherlock lying comfortably on the sofa. Or, at least, he thought.

"Sorry, but what are you doing?"

John could almost tell that Sherlock was rolling his eyes under his closed eyelids.

"Thinking."

John sighed, "I gathered that much." John approached his chair and sat down. "I meant, what are you thinking about."

"How to solve my boredom."

"Well, what have you decided?"

Sherlock smiled, his eyes sill closed,"Quite a lot, really. I was either going to get more body parts from Molly, shoot the wall, or stop by Lestrade's office to see if he has any cases for us to solve."

Sherlock frowned again. "Unfortunately, Molly is not working today, Lestrade is off in the country, and you hid the gun."

"Sherlock, if you're so clever, can't you figure out where I've hidden it?"

Sherlock got up and rubbed his face. "True. The problem is I do know where you hid it. You have given it to Mycroft. And I refuse to pay him a visit and hear his constant nagging."

John picked up the newspaper resting on the coffee table. "It's for your own good, you know."

Sherlock huffed, "Like it was a good idea to take my cigarettes away?"

John looked at his friend and smiled, "Exactly."

Sherlock, irritated, laid back down in defeat. "Poppycock."

Mrs. Hudson came up the stairs.

"Hello boys!"

John and Sherlock both replied friendly to the elderly woman.

"Not much in the post today, I'm afraid. Except this one letter for you Sherlock. It looks terribly official."

Sherlock took the letter from the woman and thanked her.

"Not a problem, dear. I think I'll make a cup of tea. Would you care for any?"

Sherlock gave no reply and John sighed, "That would be lovely." As soon as Sherlock's back was turned to the window, John mouthed to Mrs. Hudson to bring a cup for Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and went back down the stairs.

John looked at Sherlock who was facing the window with a disgusted look on his face.

"What's wrong, Sherlock? A threatening letter, perhaps?"

Sherlock groaned and threw the mysterious letter on the table.

"Worse."

Sherlock returned to the sofa and threw his face into the pillow.

John picked the letter up and read the contents.

"Sherlock Holmes, you have been chosen by the Queen's court to appear for jury duty on the 10th of May." John could not keep it in, and began to laugh hysterically.

"Well, at least you won't bored."

"Shut up, John," a disgruntled Sherlock mumbled from his pillow.

Sherlock Holmes, reporting for jury duty.

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