Day 8 Prompt: Scrooge
"Must we listen to that incessant noise?" Sherlock questioned, glaring at the radio seated on the credenza behind Lestrade.
"Yes. It's Christmas and I happen to like Christmas music." Lestrade pulled open the file folder in front of him and turned it toward Sherlock who was sitting on the opposite side of his desk. "Here's the case file. I can't let it leave this office so you'll have to read it here."
"Between that racket called music and the garish décor you put up, I can't think here. I need to take the file back to the flat." Sherlock ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Garish décor? Sherlock, they're called Christmas decorations. And it's only a small decorated tree, some garland, and some lights. It's not like every square inch of my office is covered in lights."
"No, but the rest of the building is. And I don't care what it is." Abruptly, Sherlock stood up. "Let me know when all this is gone and I'll come back." He turned around and headed to the door.
Lestrade sighed and took a guess as to what was wrong. "How long is John gone?"
Sherlock paused with his hand on the door knob, and lowered his head. "He'll be back in four more days," he admitted, quietly. "He's already been gone for three. He's spending the holiday with his sister."
"Well no wonder you've turned into a Scrooge."
Because he knew it was true, with a half-hearted glare at Lestrade, Sherlock left New Scotland Yard.
