During the Blind Banker case John had seen more books than he ever had elsewhere in his life - with the exception, perhaps, of in a library and, surprisingly, he did not frequent them often.
Sherlock had very limited patience for books - if it were fiction it was too ridiculous, if it was non-fiction he knew it already, and if it was a murder mystery...
Cluedo had been bad enough. John had no wish to see the tantrum Sherlock would throw should the murderer not be who he had earlier deduced.
But, from time to time, John caught Sherlock reading a book, a look of abstract concentration and fascination etched onto his face and John knew he was catching a glimpse of the little boy who had once dreamed of becoming a pirate.
Unsurprisingly, Sherlock did not read often.
Which is why he was so astonished when Sherlock picked up the habit - he would have thought that Sherlock considered it unnecessary and time consuming, as well as boring.
And then John found out it was for a case. He really shouldn't have been surprised.
The door bell rang, for the fourth time that hour. He rolled his eyes and got up.
"Sherlock!" He called, as he went to answer it. "There's another man at the door with some books!"
