There's a First Time for Everything
Injury: 2/10, Watson's POV
A tense, icy silence had descended upon the cab as we traveled through the darkened street toward Baker St. The only sound was the clip-clop of the horses hooves against the cobble stones. I glanced warily out of the corner of my eyes at Holmes, who was gingerly held a bloodstained handkerchief to his nose.
Closing my eyes, I cautiously leaned my aching head, which had slowed to a dull throb, against the back of the cab. The trickle of blood had stopped and had eventually dried. I shudder inwardly as I remembered the previous events which had taken place earlier this evening. Against my eyelids, I once again saw the flash of a muzzle that had swung in my friend's direction.
"Really Watson," Holmes suddenly interrupted my reverie (a trifle nasally, I thought), "Your timing was most atrocious. The negotiations were quite peacefully until you had butted in." He pulled the handkerchief away from his nose and looked at it with dismay.
"Peacefully!?" I spluttered, and opening my eyes, I took one look at my friend's nose and knew that it was broken. "Oh, for Heaven's sake, Holmes. The man had a gun (which was concealed, I might add) and was more than ready to use it on you!" I snorted, and added as an afterthought, "One could hardly call that a peaceful negotiation."
"I already knew he had a gun on me, Watson," Holmes said quietly. That stopped me. I gaped openly at him. Before I could say anything, Holmes raised his hand to stop me, "I had already deduced that before we even met."
I groaned, "Really Holmes," I winced as the cab went over a pot hole and my head started to ache again in renewed vigor. "It's a wonder that Lestrade found the place in time."
Holmes gave me a pained look (whether from his broken nose or from the fact that Lestrade had managed to save his skin a second time that month I wouldn't know).
I gave his nose another look and said finally, "I'll have set it plaster once we get back to Baker St."
Holmes merely turned to the front of the cab and silence, a comfortable one this time, fell upon us once again.
Continued in chapter three…
This didn't turn out as well as I would've liked (a little dry I thought), but oh well. Don't worry, there will some Watson banging soon! Tell me what you thought. Happy Easter everyone!
