My first attempt at a (two?) 221b drabble(s). And I'm afraid its rather silly ;)
For KCS
"Really, Holmes, there must be some easier way of going about this!" Groaning, I pulled myself up yet again from where I had landed on the pillows we had put in front of the fireplace after our initial experiments had proved rather painful.
My friend barely looked up from the watch he had been timing my actions with. "Watson, you know as well as I that Gregson will be here in less than an hour. We need to have all the evidence ready by then." He looked back down. "Besides, those shoes don't fit me. Now be a good chap and get back up on that chair."
While I adjusted the straps of the pair of women's shoes, complete with three-inch heels, I was currently wearing - the largest of the kind Holmes had been able to procure - I wished, not for the first time that day, that our villainess had chosen another method to avoid leaving footprints on the carpet than climbing around on the furniture.
When I was in place once more, Holmes spoke up again: "Now, try to open it more quickly - that should do the trick!" I suppressed a sigh and concentrated on the task of balancing one foot on the back of the chair and swinging towards our sitting-room's mantelpiece, which was currently holding the jewellery box my friend had referred to. This had all looked much easier when Holmes had first demonstrated it - sans the offending footwear, of course.
This time, however, I missed entirely, if through no fault of my own, for it seemed our dining room chair had finally had enough of the abuse, causing one of its back legs to snap and depositing me on the aforementioned mound of pillows rather more roughly than the previous times.
I was still attempting to pick myself off the floor when I heard Holmes' annoyed voice: "This is most unacceptable. We shall just have to try again." Open-mouthed, I watched him move towards the dining table - presumably to fetch another of our chairs. Why, surely he did not mean for me to...?
Suddenly, a pillow hit my friend square in the chest. The surprise registering on his face must have been mirrored on my own - then he retaliated, and we soon found ourselves liberally showered with a rain of white feathers.
It was at this moment that the door creaked open and Mrs. Hudson appeared in the doorway. "Well, I never...", she declared before abruptly shutting the door again. While my partly alarmed, partly amused gaze met Holmes', I could faintly hear our landlady's voice drift up the stairs: "Men - they never stop behaving like little boys!"