A/N: Hello, someone recently posted a review, asking me a question on my One- Shot. So whoever you are, here is the answer: Yes, it is possible to splice a type of gene into the DNA of the algae so it grows at a faster rate. All my research said that it was possible that the changed chemical structure of the specimen would affect the tree.
Anyway, so after thinking, and thinking, and more thinking, I came up with this. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Sandcastles
-SH-
"All right, Sherlock, this is the third appendage I've found in my tea this week. We need to get you out of the flat. I'm calling Mycroft."
Sherlock looked up from his own cup of tea, incredulously."Why?"
"Because he's helped us in the past to decide what to do to alleviate your boredom," John replied.
"Oh yes, I loved the trip to button town. I still have that heart-shaped thimble imprint."
"Look, how was I supposed to know the rope hanging from the ceiling was holding up the whole platform?" John sputtered.
"Never mind, I'm just glad you didn't knock over the sewing needle table."
"Well at least you would have been protected," John replied with a snort. The two of them look over at each-other before cracking up in laughter...
John dials Mycroft:
"John, I'm at a meeting with the Prime Minister, this better be important."
"Sherlock's bored, again."
"Entschuldigen Sie mich für einen Augenblick, Gentleman." Mycroft slides his key-card and walks through the open glass doors. "He hasn't roasted anything has he?"
"No," John answered.
"Good, then there's still time. Since you've been banned in practically every indoor place, it has to be somewhere outdoors... I know, Sherlock used to love going to the beach to practice his deduction skills. Why don't you take him there? I'll send you a car to transport you."
"Alright, thank you for your help, Mycroft."
"Goodbye, John. Give my regards to Sherlock."
Sherlock scoffed as John put the phone away. No doubt lightening the load on his conscience. That of course, bordered on sentiment. "Well, what did he say?"
John nervously rubbed the back of his neck and turned around to meet Sherlock's gaze. "He said to give you his regards." John cleared his throat... "And we should go to the beach."
"What? Why would Mycr-"
"Never mind, I could use a day away from the flat, i'll go get dressed." Sherlock ran through the hall to his room and quickly got his beach attire on.
The army doctor just stood there, wondering what made the detective jump at the chance to go to the beach. It's not like he said crime scene.
John marched up the stairs leading to his room. The army doctor quickly slipped on some grayish-blue beach shorts and a floral pattern shirt, and ran back down the stairs, eagerly awaiting to see what the detective would be wearing. He had never seen the detective dress casual a day in his life, unless he counted, The Sheet.
Sherlock soon emerged from his room wearing white beach shorts and a long sleeve, dark-blue shirt, that fit tightly around his body, exposing his sculpted muscles underneath. The man was not a toothpick, that was for sure.
John and Sherlock both looked at what each of them were wearing and after a few moments, broke out in laughter once more...
"You look...um, different."
"John, this has to stay between the two of us," Sherlock said in a deep, serious tone.
"Yes..right, let's get this over with." John opened the door, and the two of them walked out to be greeted by a small group of people laughing and cheering.
"About this staying between the two of us."
"Not a chance," Sherlock replied.
John and Sherlock smile and wave at a few screaming teenagers, before getting into their car.
...
"Are we there yet, John?"
"Almost," The army doctor shrugged and briefly glanced at the bored detective breathing on the glass and then trailing his finger over the fogged portion of the window to draw shapes.
"Sherlock?"
The detective took a moment away from his artwork to look over at John.
"Why don't you go into your mind palace until we get there?"
"No.. makes me dizzy," Sherlock replied sleepily, obviously holding back a yawn.
"How late did you stay up experimenting last night?"
"Till five."
That was no surprise. "All right, just sleep until we get there."
...
The two of them arrived at the beach.
After a few dozen deductions, Sherlock began to grow bored, so he made his way over to John, laying on his stomach and propping his head up on his elbows.
"I'm bored."
John dramatically exhaled and scooped up a handful of sand, when an idea struck him. "Why don't you build a sandcastle?"
"What's a sandcastle?"
"You don't know what a sandcastle is? Your brother told me that you visited the beach when you were a child."
Ah, so that's what brother dear told him. "To play deductions," Sherlock replied."
John gave Sherlock the basics... "It might sound boring, but you can stack the sand on top of each-other to create a very elaborate or simply designed castle."
"I challenge you to a castle building contest." Sherlock suddenly announced, out of the blue.
"But you just learn-"
"Never mind.. challenge accepted."
1 hour later...
The once vacant beach was now filled with a crowd of people, flocking around Sherlock.
"I'm at a loss for words," John muttered to himself.
Sherlock added the finishing touches on his five foot sandcastle with geometric designs, and stood up, receiving loud applause and shouts of praise.
"Hey, what's your friend's name?"
John turned around toward a teenage girl smiling widely, wearing a castle building t-shirt.
"Sherlock Holmes," John answered, and moved his attention to his beeping pocket.
"Sherlock, Lestrade just texted, we have a case...it's an 8!" John shouted, to be heard above the crowd.
Sherlock's eyes glimmered once again at the familiar words. The two of them ran to their car, shouting, "The Game Is On!"
...
"Who were those guys? And what does 'the game is on,' mean?"
"Dude, I got it, they're baseball fans. The Game Is On!"
"O really, then what did the short guy mean by 8?"
"I got it, there's been 8 home runs, so that's why they were rushing to go to the game. And Lestrade is their spy."
"Dude, you're so right!"
"No, I'm telling you, Sherlock Holmes is a detective name, you know from those Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books."
I had to put Sherlock drawing on the window :p I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter. Feel free to review:)
