Training Days
A.N.: So, this is the second chapter to Pirates, obviously. I'd figured that if Blackbeard were to aid Sherlock and Watson on their antics, then he'd need to be trained. This'll just be quick snippets of the evolution of his training, since I don't want to bore you guys. Enjoy!
"NO, bad boy, you are not to soil the carpet. Bad boy!" John heard from up the stairs, accompanied by a grinding noise and whining. Rather than heading up to check on his email as he planned, he elected to stay with Mrs. Hudson for the time being.
Three weeks later
"Good boy!" Sherlock praised. John smiled as Blackbeard licked him and barked, tail wagging so hard that his behind wagged with it. Sherlock permitted them to play for a few more minutes before picking up the puppy and retreating to his room with the dog. John, knowing that was his cue, went down and hid in the dusty, crappy smelling hole that was 221C.
Five minutes after he hid, he heard Sherlock say "Go on, go find John," and he smiled, trying as hard as he could to breathe as silently as possible. Not one minute later, he heard scratching and panting at the door, followed by high-pitched barks. The door opened and Blackbeard made a bee-line for the doctor, prompting more smiles and petting.
Four months later
A dozen men stood in a line-up, all of them innocent. For now, anyways.
John observed as Sherlock held out a dirty shirt to Blackbeard, the setter sniffing it curiously. Then the door was opened and Blackbeard darted out, sniffing each of the men in turn. On the fifth man, he sat down and barked for his master.
They had found D.I. Lestrade.
January 6th
"So that dog's just gonna follow you around then, is he?" Greg asked, eyeing the black setter. One year after getting the dog, and Blackbeard had flourished into a fine, crime solving canine.
"The American police have K-9 units, why shouldn't the consulting detective of Scotland Yard?" Sherlock replied, not looking at either the detective (broadly speaking) or the Irish setter.
"Maybe because he could contaminate the crime scene?" Lestrade suggested.
"You do realize it's Sherlock who trained him, right?" John interjected. Lestrade stepped in front of the trio.
"If he contaminates the scene in any way, he waits outside," he warned. Sherlock nodded and stepped into the house containing the body. Upon entering the room, he immediately began inspecting the cadaver, while Blackbeard commenced sniffing around the unfamiliar room. He seemed particularly interested in one of the corners.
"He's mid-thirties, dyed brown hair, preference to semi-permanent dyes, naturally blonde, he'd just come back from a night out and taken a cab. He prefers wine to beer or liquor, but he'd had a bit too much of the strong stuff when he died. It was murder, he didn't have enough alcohol in his system when he was dispatched. The killer used a blunt instrument on the back of the neck, most likely a cricket bat, which was taken back with him," he listed off, standing tall. "Why remains a mystery. The victim is a nobody; an accountant who isn't very pleased with their trade. Boring." Suddenly, baying and barking was heard from Blackbeard's corner. He was franticly running around a couch and howling.
"He's going bloody mad!" Sally exclaimed. Sherlock pulled out the cushions, revealing nothing but the bottom of the couch.
"Then again, he could be hiding something," Sherlock added after ripping open the cushions to find cocaine in one and £1,000,000 in cash in the other. Sherlock smiled and scratched his beloved hound between the ears.
A.N.: So, yeah. I really want to continue this story with different cases, but I haven't the foggiest as to what those cases should be, so I want YOUR suggestions! Drop me a review saying what you'd like me to write, and I'll try to get it written. Thank you for your time, and GOD BLESS!