My first 221b! The credit for the structure goes to KCS, if I am not very much mistaken, so many thanks to her for coming up with such a brilliant idea! :)
Usual disclaimers apply.
Watson's POV
I walked into the sitting room and found Lestrade and Holmes in the middle of an energetic discussion-bordering-on-argument. Both looked up upon my entry, and I nodded to them before making my way upstairs.
It was not uncommon for Lestrade to come around to 221b Baker Street. Indeed, he often came for purely social reasons, though with Holmes around, conversation often turned to his work though he did not seem to mind. The sharp-eyed Inspector had become a very close friend.
Once I made my way back downstairs, Holmes waved me into my armchair absent-mindedly, curled as he was into his own, with that cloudy, introspective look I knew so well in his eyes.
I gave Lestrade an enquiring glance, but before he had a chance to say anything except, "Well, Doctor - ", Holmes shot to his feet with a cry, almost knocking over his armchair in exuberance. "Of course!" he crowed.
We hurried after him as he sped downstairs, piling into the cab with shoes, hats and coats awry.
I was extremely befuddled as Holmes launched into an explanation, having no idea of the case. Lestrade glanced at me, and stifled a grin.
"Holmes," he interjected, waving his arms to get his attention.
Holmes stopped, looking rather petulant. "What?"
"Perhaps you should recap; I think you've lost your Boswell."
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~ Qalam