It was a bright and sunny day in Sherlock's point of view. In truth, it was a gloomy and sad day. Unknown robberies were popping up from different corners of London. Lestrade's head was at its breaking point. Sherlock, on the other hand, was happier than he has been in months.
"BREAKING NEWS: London's banks closed for today to make way for suspicious and continuous robberies."
"That doesn't sound too good," a girl's voice said from behind.
"Oh, Sarah," John said as he turned. "Yeah, seems like they've got a lot on their hands lately."
"Actually, John, because of this whole mess, we've got a lot on our hands too. I've been meaning to tell you. Can you take extra shifts in the emergency department? They've been sending ambulances back and forth from those crime scenes." Sarah said as she walked to her desk.
"Oh?" John said as he looked away from the television again, "Oh, sure. I really don't have anything better to do, to be honest." John said with a sheepish smile.
"You seem to be really interested in those robberies, eh?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"I—no" John stammered.
She giggled. "No matter. Good that you're on board. I'll send you your shift schedule in a while. Thanks, John." She said before walking away.
John smiled and sighed once she was out of the room. He loved his new job but, it never filled the whole inside him. He still felt empty.
"'Inspector Lestrade! May we have a few words?'
'Look, if it's about the robberies, talk to him, alright? I really don't feel like it right now'
'Confirmed by Inspector Lestrade himself! We're here live to report to you that Inspector Lestrade's team has been working with Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes!'"
John's neck might have snapped at that. Once the reporter said the name 'Holmes,' his eyes were glued to the television.
"'Anything about the cases, Mr. Holmes?'
'Go away. I have no time for this'"
John's heart leapt. God, that was him.