John walked down Baker Street. He was heading home now. Just when he was in front of the door, a taxi pulled over in front of it.
"Dr. Watson!"
He turned around. It was obviously Dana, coming to see if there are any cases she can help with. She smiled and walked towards him. He half-smiled to her. He was surprised by the warmness of her smile.
"Should we go inside?" she asked.
"After you." he opened the door for her. Her smile came up again and she walked inside. John walked in after her and closed the door behind him.
"You seem to be in a good mood."
"Well, I am. I had a great night, you see. Haven't slept so well in ages."
He was not expecting this answer. He himself slept awfully - his head still hurt him. He opened his mouth to answer her, but then they heard two gunshots ring out, and they ran upstairs to the flat. John opened the door and put both his hands on his ears, since another shot was fired. It was Sherlock who was firing those shots. He was shooting a smiley face sprayed with yellow paint on the wall.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Bored." Sherlock said sulkily.
"What?" John squinted at him is disbelief.
"Bored!" he said, more loudly this time, and sprang off the chair he was sitting on. John immediately covered his ears.
"No…"
Sherlock switched the gun to his right hand and shot the face twice.
"Bored! Bored!" he said once more, this time angrily.
Dana went to him and took the pistol out of his hand. He walked towards the sofa. He half-crashed half-lied on it.
"Don't know what's got into criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them." He said sulkily.
"So you take it out on the wall."
"Ah, the wall had is coming." he said and closed his eyes. John looked at him. He couldn't understand how he could be that bored. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Both men jumped and looked at Dana, who was holding the pistol aimed to the face on the wall. She hit it between the eyes. John looked at her with shock.
"What do you think you're doing?!" John said and he went to her and grabbed the pistol of her hand.
"I'm his intern. And as his intern, I'm supposed to learn from him. So I did."
John looked at her with disbelief. Sherlock then started chuckling, and Dana quickly joined him. The chuckling soon became laughter, and the two laughed – at John's look, at her learning habits. John tried to get in their head – to understand how they see this situation funny. Maybe, he thought, she's not like him as he thought.
"Anything to eat? I'm starving." John said and went to the fridge. He opened it, and immediately closed it.
"Oh f…"
He opened it again and looked inside. There was a head inside.
"There's a head. A severed head!"
"Just tea for me, thanks." Dana called to him. She was smiling a bit.
"No, there's a head in the fridge. A head, Sherlock."
"Where else was I supposed to put it?"
"Why do you-"
"Don't ask. If you want to eat something today, don't ask. Believe me. It'll ruin your appetite." she warned him.
John rolled his eyes.
"Is there anything to do here? At all?" she asked Sherlock.
"Nothing. Everything it peaceful, and quiet, and calm. Isn't that awful?"
"As awful as it is, it's actually good. That means I'll have more time getting ready for tonight."
Sherlock opened his eyes.
"What's happening tonight?" asked John.
"An old friend of Mycroft is getting married tonight, and I haven't even picked a dress, or shoes, or anything at all…"
Sherlock groaned and closed his eyes again. He was hoping for something more interesting.
"Dr. Waston, as unprofessional as it is – are you busy today? Because I really need someone to come with me and help me find a dress, and Mycroft is busy at work. He barely got the night off. And I can't possibly go shopping alone. Besides, it's not like you have something better to do."
