The dwarves had all left for the morning when Sherlock awoke. Instinctively, he recalled the events of last evening and glanced around. The clock read 10:30, and on his way to find breakfast in the kitchen, he found a contract. The dwarves made it, obviously. Sherlock picked it up and began to read it.

"Erebor…. Pocket expenses… Share of treasure… boring….boring…. boring." He muttered to himself as he read it aloud. Why would he go on an adventure with a group of dwarves?

"Risks….Dragon….. Incineration." He stopped when he read those words. If John was here, wouldn't he want to go? Besides, there was really nothing else to do, other than sit around Bag End. As he was deep in thought, Bilbo stumbled into the kitchen.

"Are they gone?" asked the exhausted looking hobbit.

"Why yes, of course they're gone." Replied Sherlock, not lifting his eyes from the contract. His gaze fell to the bottom of the page, where there was a place for Bilbo's Signature, and then below that, a place for his own. He paused, not sure whether to sign or not, and then decided to wait.

Soon Sherlock found himself sitting down to breakfast with Bilbo.

"Are you going? It could be dangerous." Said Sherlock, even though he already knew what Bilbo's answer would be.

"With the dwarves? Of course not. Much too risky, I am a respectable hobbit!" Exclaimed Bilbo. "Even if I wanted to I couldn't, you said they left."

"Well still have a chance, they haven't left yet." Replied Sherlock.

"And how would you know that." Argued Bilbo. "You're not the one who knows everything. You don't know anything. You don't even know how you got here. You're a psychopath! You're a-"

"QUIET!" Ordered Sherlock. "I am a highly functional sociopath. Get it right. And it's actually quite obvious that the dwarves haven't left. The dwarves may have gone but they need a burglar. They left the contract with you, meaning they're not going to look for another burglar because the dwarves, or more likely Gandalf, still believes you are coming. For a long journey, you would need more than just the supplies the dwarves brought to your house, so this morning they went to get ponies and the rest of the things they need. They left pretty early, dust has settled where they left their coats, and their breakfast dishes have been sitting in the sink for quite some time, therefore the dwarves should have had enough time to get what they need and come back. Since they haven't come back, they want you to meet them. Gandalf left a note on your fireplace mantel, and I can assure you that it will tell you where and when to find them." He spoke rather fast, and it took Bilbo a few seconds to fully understand what Sherlock was saying.

"Impressive." Was all Bilbo managed say.

"Yes, well, I'm off. Nice knowing you."

"Wait, but you don't even know where you're going!"

"I don't think it will be that hard to find a group of dwarves in the Shire, do you?"

"No, but-"

Before Bilbo could finish, Sherlock stood up, grabbed the contract, walked toward the exit.

"Goodbye, Bilbo." He said, just before slamming the small round door.


The dwarves were gone, Gandalf was gone, and Sherlock was gone. He knew he should be happy, but for some reason, Bilbo felt sad, like he was missing out on something great. He sat for a little bit and thought to himself.

"Them and their silly adventures. You are a respectable hobbit, Bilbo, act like one." He told himself. But his efforts to convince himself weren't working. He looked up at the mantel above the fireplace, and just like Sherlock said there was a note. Hating himself for doing it, Bilbo slowly got up and went to the note.

When he read the note, he panicked! It said the group would leave the Green Dragon Inn at exactly eleven. He only had ten minutes! Acting on an impulse that he would later regret, Bilbo ran out the door as fast as he could.

He didn't stop till he reached the Green Dragon. Even though he had run the whole way, Bilbo still got arrived five minutes late. Luckily Sherlock had gotten into an argument with Thorin, and the group hadn't left yet.

"Well look who's here, it's our burglar!" Said Balin.

"Yes, yes I have decided to go." replied Bilbo.

"I knew you would come."Gandalf said.

Sherlock handed him the contract, and he signed it and gave it to Thorin.

"It looks like our burglar is coming." Grumbled Thorin angrily. "Come on everyone, let's get going."

Bilbo saw Thorin cast Sherlock one more glare. Bilbo then was given a pony, and the group set out for Erebor.