It was another normal, boring, day at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock, after solving crime after crime, has actually found time to lay down and sleep. On the couch of course. God forbid if he had to sleep in his room. Too far away from his mould experiment. Besides, Sherlock couldn't bear to even see a glimpse of his bed. No way. Not with him knowing about the two dusty and neglected boxes that lay underneath. He didn't want to remember the days when he was happy. He didn't want to remember that he had a, what he believed was a, friend. No, he had something more special. He had a John.
John was crazy. He was going loony trying to find this man. Good thing he lived alone. Otherwise, people might really start to wonder why he was on the floor with mountains of newspapers around him.
Sherlock Holmes. It had to be him. Who else would give comments as snarky as him? John just knew he was on the right track. Now that he was on this search, he knew that he had to find Sherlock Holmes.
New Scotland Yard. That was it! It was on all the papers. John linked that with all the cases that this man has solved, he solved under New Scotland Yard. That's it! He must have worked with them. If he was right, S. Holmes never liked working on the police force. He was just open for consultations.
Tuesday morning. It was perfect. The clinic was overflowing with new interns lately. He needed this free day. Unlike the normal person though, he was spending his day-off outside New Scotland Yard. Just waiting and watching.
John was waiting. He was waiting on a bench that was just outside and had finished his fish and chips an hour ago. He was getting really tired of this. Suddenly, someone noticed his constant stare on the door.
"You waiting for someone?" said a woman with curly hair. She approached him.
"Ah, yes. I was hoping to catch Sherlock Holmes." John said as he looked up at her and slowly stood up.
"Ha! That freak? He doesn't work here. As if we'd ever let him work here. He'll just ruin our work environment."
"Oh.." John said and looked away. "I'll just—" John cleared his throat and voice from disappointment, "be on my way then. Thanks."
"No problem. He might pass by our morgue though. He's a freak like that. Have a nice day." she said and walked back into the building.
Sherlock was pumping with adrenaline. He just bought a new pack of nicotine patches. Lovely. He needed a case. Now. Sherlock hoped onto a cab and made his way to New Scotland Yard. Hopefully he could annoy Lestrade enough to give him a case.
Damn cabbies. Always taking the long route to try and get more money out of you. No matter, after a thorough yelling about the "stupidity" and "incompetence" of the driver, Sherlock finally made it to his destination.
"Ah, the smell of mindless individuals." Sherlock said with a deep inhale. "Oh, it's just you, Anderson. Good afternoon."
"Always a pleasure." Anderson said with distaste.
"Break it up, you two. After barely a minute from walking in here, you already got them on their toes. What do you want?" Lestrade said as he was massaging his temples.
"A case! You must be working on something!" Sherlock said as he was throwing his hands in the air.
"Look Sher—"
"I knew I heard that freak's voice." Donovan said as she walked into the room and placed a stack of papers on Lestrade's desk.
"More?" Lestrade asked with a sigh.
"That Potts case really has us buried." she replied.
"Oh, Potts case? Let's do that then." At this point, it was hard to tell the difference between Sherlock and a five year old.
"Oh, you have enough excitement in your life, Mr. Popular." Donovan said with a smirk. "What with all the fans? You must be practically buried in your own set of papers."
"Fans? What on earth are you talking about? Now about that case—"
"You name's all over the papers! Of course you'd have fans! Bordering on stalkers, if you ask me. I mean just a while ago, I had to chase away some man outside who was waiting—"
"A man?" Sherlock asked.
"Yup. Had some muscle on him too. Looks like you attract all sorts." she said with a wink.
"Ugh. Please let her leave. Her voice is hurting my brain." Sherlock said with a roll of his eyes.
"Fine," she said and raised her hands in surrender, "I'll go. But I'm telling you, you're famous."
"Fans," Sherlock thought, "how tedious."
A/N: I completely understand if everyone wants to go throw things at me. I've left this story for a month! God, but what an awful month it was. I had my finals, I was editing my school's paper, and don't even get me started on Holy Week. Everyone in my family is a devout Christian and they really went all out in "celebrating" this year. So sorry again :( Don't worry. I feel awful. I really do wish I started this in the Summer so I'd have more consistent updates.