Hi guys! Knock knock! Chapter 1 is up! Though it's just a short one :)

Any stuff related to the case is totally made up by me so it could be factual or it could be toootally wrong but I will try to keep it as factual as possible! If you see something and you think, whaaat?, then please let me know :)

Disclaimer: As I said, they can drop round for tea, but I don't own them :(

Missed Calls

John hastily exited the room as confused as he had entered. He thought he would be used to seeing Sherlock in his focused yet ecstatic frame of mind, but even after months of living

with the detective he was still shocked by the compromising positions Sherlock used to think. Like this one.

"Sherlock, why are you upside-down in your desk chair? What's wrong with the couch?" he asked, looking into Sherlock's upturned and slightly flushed face. Sherlock sighed; a deep sigh John knew meant he was an idiot for not already knowing.

"The couch doesn't swivel." Sherlock replied, twisting the chair with his lower back for emphasis.

"Of course it doesn't," John said, more to himself than the inverted sleuth who just blinked up at the doctor. John went to sit on his chair but the sound of Sherlock's velvety voice stopped him mid step.

"Your sister called." John stared at Sherlock, expecting him to go on but Sherlock was already distractedly swivelling his chair.

"What? When I was out? Since when do you answer the phone?" John asked quickly. Sherlock didn't reply, shifting in his seat and frowning. John tried asking again but received the same response.

"Sherlock!" John said, raising his voice to near shout. Sherlock again innocently ignored him, muttering under his breath about his butt being asleep. John unclenched his jaw and walked to stand in front of the detective. At this point Sherlock had realigned his body so he could feel all body parts properly and had placed his steepled fingers underneath his chin, continually swivelling in the chair. John tried again.

"What did Harry want?" No response. John clenched his jaw again, but harder, "Sherlock?"

Sherlock stared at nothing, twisting his chair from side to side until it creaked. John stopped the chair with one hand, silencing the dull groan that echoed throughout the apartment. Sherlock looked up at him.

"Yes, John?"

"Sherlock, what did Harry want?" John asked slowly, trying his hardest to keep his tone neutral.

"To speak to you obviously. She doesn't know me so why would she confide in me?" Sherlock stated. John crouched by Sherlock's head that skimmed the floor, maintaining his hold on the chair with both hands either side of Sherlock's lean form.

"Confide? What do you mean? Was she upset?" John knew Sherlock was very particular with his choice of words so he always tried to pay attention to them. They always seemed to hold a clue.

"I don't know, I handed the phone to Mrs Hudson as she began making a sniffling noise that overpowered whatever she was trying to say to me." He said, eyes unfocusing. John slowly stood, rushing out the door and down the stairs.

"Mrs Hudson!" he called. She appeared almost instantly and smiled.

"Yes, dear?" she asked. John gave her a quick smile.

"Did, uh, someone call for me while I was out by any chance?"

"Why, yes my dear. Sherlock must have told you, I'm so sorry I almost forgot-"

"That's alright, Mrs Hudson, what did they want, exactly?"

"Well, Sherlock answered the phone first, I'm not sure why, he seemed very dazed. Lucky I was walking passed otherwise he may have hung up on the poor girl. You know what he's like." She said. John smiled again.

"Yes, yes I know. What did she say to you?"

"Well she was sniffling very loudly so it was very hard to hear her properly but she asked for you and when I said you weren't in she hung up. Poor dear. Maybe she's sick or has a bit of a cold…" but John didn't reply, he had already turned back around and was out the front door before she noticed. He fished his phone from his pocket and noticed 4 missed calls. He mentally berated himself for not noticing. Dialling Harry's number the doctor shuddered against the cold.

Four rings.

Five.

Hi, you've reach Harry-

John hung up. He tried once more and left a simple message. He breathed in the fresh afternoon air before hearing the front door open behind him. Turning his head he narrowly avoided being bowled over by Sherlock's swiftly approaching figure.

"Sherlock, what is it?"

"Come John, we have an appointment with the museum curator in twenty minutes. Finally some news." He said excitedly, signalling a taxi.

"News? About that case?"

"Yes, John, yes. More importantly about that coin. Come on," he said, sliding into the cab. John kept his grip on his phone as he slid in next to Sherlock, not noticing, however, the slight vibrate his phone made before going dead once more.

So yeah, pretty short but I'll try to make the next one longer :)

Keep up the good work guys! Have a great afternoon :)