Just One of Those Days

A/N:Terribly sorry for the late update, but I've been "off" the computer for a while and unfortunately ran out of steam. So enough with my babbling and on with the story…


7:30 A.M. (One hour earlier)

New Scotland Yard: one of many break rooms

Inspector Lestrade hummed to himself as he poured a freshly brewed pot of coffee into a mug. Behind him, other officers, plain clothed and uniformed, sat around tables, before getting ready for their morning shifts. Above them in the far, left hand corner of the room, a 'telly was fixated to the wall and was spouting off the weather predictions for day.

A bleary eyed Sgt. Donovan stepped up to the counter next to him and reached for the coffee pot.

"'Morning, Donovan," Lestrade said cheerily, "Sleep all right?"

Donovan gave him a look and sipped gratefully at her coffee, "No," she grimaced, "somebody's dog was up all night barking its bloody head off."

Lestrade was about to reply when every single pager went off in the room. Walkie-talkies and radios burst to life with frantic activity. He paled when he heard about what had just happened. He barely spared a glance at Donovan as they bolted out of the room, the others following closely behind. The coffee mugs were left spinning on the counter top in the now deserted break room.

8:35 A.M. (present time)

221 b Baker St.

Mrs. Hudson raced frantically up the stairs to Sherlock's room. She found him lying the couch and she shook his shoulder, "Wake up, Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson said, "There's been an explosion!"

Sherlock yawned, turned his back on her and mumbled, "Dull, Mrs. Hudson, dull."

She was persistent, "Well, you won't think that when you've heard where it happened."

That got his attention. Mrs. Hudson snatched the T.V. remote from the cluttered coffee table and switched on the 'telly.

Sherlock slowly sat up as he watched the unfolding events before his eyes. A huge orange and black fireball was expanding across the screen, punching its way through the air. Fire crews desperately tried to put it out. Police had cordoned off the entire area surrounding the building. He paled as he recognized it immediately.

A portion of St. Barts had been bombed.


A/N: Well, now you finally know what happened. But where is John in the middle of all this? Uh-oh…stay tuned for the next chapter. Reviews help my inspiration…