Hello everyone! Sorry I've been gone so long. I haven't had any inspiration in a long while, it wasn't until today when I was playing my Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective game, that I came across an interesting conversation between Holmes and Watson that inspired me to write for you again!

Also, I've been planning a Teen!lock AU if any of you are into that, be looking for it shortly.

Enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes, the master detective whose name had been bandied all about the newspapers like some celebrity scandal, was looking absolutely dreadful.

He was sitting in the armchair where he had been spending most of his time for the past several days, sighing and staring off into the distance with an expression of extreme ennui. He was paler than usual, and this fit of boredom had left him uncharacteristically silent. John was used to Sherlock throwing fits about the lack of crime in London, he was used to gunshots and explosive science experiments, he had never seen Sherlock pout quietly before...well at least not about being bored.

"You see?" He whispered to his audience of Detective Inspector Lestrade and loyal landlady Mrs. Hudson. "He's been like this for days. Just sits there, doesn't even play violin or anything!"

The concerned party of three was leaning against the counters in the kitchen, sipping at hot mugs of tea and peeking out at Sherlock from where they were certain he could not see them watching.

"It's been so very quiet lately." Mrs. Hudson tutted. "I almost thought you boys had gone on holiday."

"I say we leave him like this for awhile, it's good to have him shut up for once." Lestrade chuckled, but the laugh caught in his throat when he saw John and Mrs. Hudson's disapproving looks. "I was joking!"

"Well I do have plan B." John shrugged, putting his mug on the counter and pulling a few newspaper clippings from his pants pocket.

"Go ahead, execute your plan. Make him a noisy bastard again!" Lestrade rolled his eyes, earning him another hard stare from Mrs. Hudson. John, however, had already made it into the living room. He stood in front of Sherlock, determined to get the detective's attention.

"New museum piece stolen after just one day of being displayed. Says here none of the alarms went off and the guards reported that they didn't see anyone. Sound interesting?" He said casually, reading off the bit of newspaper. Sherlock just glared at John before returning to gazing at the wall and pretending the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Here's a murder...oh, only two blocks away from here actually! Two dead, isn't that great?" John tried to lure Sherlock back into the conversation, but the detective was clearly ignoring him.

"Or how about this one...owner of the newly found "Flame Diamond" was discovered in his study this morning dead from strangulation. Looks like a suicide but the diamond is gone. Could be a thief then...?"

"Oh shut up already! You'll fine the museum piece with the last guard of the night shift, the bodies of the murder victims have injuries that were clearly sustained from a knife fight meaning that they both slew each other, and the man with the diamonds committed suicide after finding out that his half-wit son stole the diamond and tried to pawn it for drug money!" Sherlock exploded, leaping from his chair and spewing answers at a rapid pace. "If you're going to try to entertain me, you better find something more interesting!"

"Well, I wasn't trying to entertain you yet. I just thought it would be really hard to have a good shag in that chair, I had to get you out somehow." John smirked back, folding his arms over his chest.

"Okay, I really did not need to hear that." Lestrade groaned from the kitchen.

"Best we leave them alone now." Mrs. Hudson looked like she was about to have a laughing fit, but she managed to hold the laughter in long enough to excuse herself and the detective inspector from the flat.

"Now then." John stood on his tiptoes so that he could reach his arms up around Sherlock's shoulders and place a kiss on his lips. "You were saying something about some 'interesting entertainment'?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, but his mouth was starting to turn up at the edges in the barest of smirks. Dr. Watson certainly knew how to keep things fascinating.