Stupid Law 20
A/N: I hope you all are not getting bored because I love writing this story. Still have a few more up my sleeve… Sherlock is not a happy bunny…
Sherlock did not speak to John for three days after the violin incident. They flew home in silence and entered Baker St. in silence. John knew he was in trouble but he didn't really care if he was honest. The look on Sherlock's face when the police confiscated his violin would have him laughing for a long time to come. He must send a text of thanks to Mycroft for helping him.
Sherlock sat in his armchair fully aware that John was still laughing inside. He could see it in his eyes. Sherlock had spent four hours in the station trying to retrieve his precious violin from the hands of some rather disrespectful policemen. It had been four of the most annoying and pointless hours of his life. John was going to have to pay and Sherlock was going to enjoy every minute of it.
It was two weeks before an opportunity arose but it was a great one. Mycroft arrived at Baker St. in his usual umbrella wielding fashion. He casually informed Sherlock that he and John were to travel to Switzerland to help out with security at a rather important conference. At first Sherlock declined knowing full well that Mycroft was being lazy but after thinking it over for five minutes with Mycroft staring at him his mind informed him that Switzerland had some stupid laws which John could break.
John had been sitting quietly ready to back Sherlock up with his argument if necessary and was greatly taken aback when Sherlock spoke again.
"Actually dear brother John and I will travel if that is what you so wish. I have some business over there which could be cleared up while we are visiting." Mycroft and John stared at Sherlock and Sherlock stared back.
"What?" was all he said in reply to their incredulous looks.
"Sherlock you never change your mind and you never do what your brother asks…" John put forward still wondering what was going on. Mycroft on the other hand understood perfectly well what was happening in the younger Holmes' mind and with a curt nod he left the apartment.
"As I said John had you been listening, I have some cases over there which could be solved in the time which it takes for us to save the diplomat to which Mycroft had offered our services." John couldn't argue with his logic and he, therefore, found himself on a plane for what seemed like the hundredth time that month heading to Switzerland.
As Sherlock had correctly deducted they had been employed by a rather self-absorbed diplomat who acted like he was the only important person in the world. After several uneventful days followed by an attempted assassination which was foiled with very little effort, the boys decided to take an extended break in the countryside. (Sherlock had feigned indifference but had in fact suggested the idea to John without him realising it). They took a small cottage and made some plans to go sightseeing before returning to London. It was Sunday morning and the boys had been informed of a local science exhibition which Sherlock was intent on seeing. John agreed to go as long as Sherlock helped with the washing for the week (they had stayed longer than expected). Sherlock grinned at John and began sorting cloths. John then hung the clothes on the line outside and locked up the house.
John rather enjoyed the exhibition and especially enjoyed how Sherlock managed to correct every participant before getting kicked out. On their return home Sherlock was texting like a madman, probably to his brother about their flights home. What John had not been expecting was the strong police presence outside their cottage when they arrived back.
"Ehh Sherlock what's going on?" he asked nervously, worried that someone might have broken in. Sherlock shrugged and walked towards the main officer on duty. He bent down whispered o few words in the man's ear before turning to point at John with a grin that could only mean one thing.
"Damn you Sherlock bloody Holmes! What have I done this time!" John shouted as the police began to surround him.
"Well John it would appear that some poor soul reported you for hanging clothes out to dry on a Sunday. It would appear that it is against the law." This was the only reply Sherlock gave as John was led away…well apart from the laughter that still rang in John's ears hours later.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Had a lot going on…This one is for my twin sister who is still in Texas for the summer…too far away from Ireland. Drop a review in the box before you leave. Thanks once again for the continued support!