December 11: "Rain" (from trustingHim17)
Holmes stood by the window, watching the rain beat lazily down upon the city.
"It is unseasonably warm, for December," Watson commented, between bites of kipper.
Mrs. Hudson entered with more coffee, setting it upon the breakfast table. "I'd rather have the rain than ice."
"Indeed," Watson replied.
Holmes shook his head, then turned to face his friend. "Rain washes away evidence. Snow or ice may preserve it."
Watson smirked a little. "I seem to recall your having a few choice words about the ice last winter. When was it, Mrs. Hudson?"
"I believe it was late January," she replied, matching the Doctor's expression as she picked up the empty breakfast tray. "When Mr. Holmes insisted on going out after that awful ice storm."
Holmes scowled and stalked toward his bedroom.
Watson grinned, and continued more loudly, gesturing a little with the kipper speared upon his fork. "We warned him it was no fit weather for a man to be out. But off he went anyway. Legs flew right out from under him two steps out the door! Quite a bruise to the tailbone as I recall."
Mrs. Hudson chortled as she left the sitting room.
Holmes muffled voice came from behind his door. "Very funny, Watson!"