A/N: I was a very busy bee this evening . My mind was looking for something to do while I did yard work, so I grabbed a paper and pen and would jot down a word every so often. Then stabbed at random at the paper...so here comes the randomness. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, you guys are so cool!
Burglar
A blizzard raged in London. What little light the inhabitants of London had seen during the day had long since disappeared before the blizzard that raged. The wind howled and buffeted around those unfortunates still braving Jack Frost's revenge, throwing snow up into faces and down backs.
The blizzard did not trouble the inhabitants of 221B Baker Street. Snug in their sitting room with a large, roaring fire, and pipes filled with tobacco, the two paid no heed in the weather, instead taking comfort from the other across from them.
"...my mother was so relieved that I settled down and decided to be a doctor!" finished Watson. He nodded to Holmes. "Alright. What made you want to be a detective?"
"I must admit that 'detective' wasn't my first choice of occupation. When I was young, I wanted to know everything", Holmes narrated. "I was constantly following around my father and Mycroft, asking 'why' and 'what' and 'why not'. Finally, as a Christmas joke one year, Mycroft gave me a set of lock picks in return for not touching his locks. Naturally I tried it on every other lock I could find. My father, at the end of his wits, sat me down and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up.
"What did you say?" Watson asked.
"A burglar".
A/N: Alright! This will be the last update for the week from me. I'm going off elsewhere with my little sheet and returning Sunday or Monday with some more updates! It will probably take me a couple of days to go through your reviews afterwards, so please don't get upset if I don't get to you soon! Read and Review!