Chapter1.
Sherlock sat on the couch, he looked at the wall, the back to the gun in his hand, the back to the wall, he did this a few times the seemed to finally reach a decision.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
"SHERLOCK WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING !" his roommate Dr. John Watson said looking at him, groceries in hand.
"What does it look like I'm doing John? Cartwheels?" was the sarcastic reply.
"fine, why are you doing it ?" he asked, he placed the groceries on the kitchen counter and thought he saw a small spider skitter by.
"hmmm… why else would I be doing it Watson?" Sherlock shrugged "Because I'm Bored"
BANG.
"STOP THAT!"
"Make me !" he said.
BANG.
"SHERLOCK!" yelled Mrs. Hudson's voice from down stairs "You better not be blasting holes in my walls again !"
"Never Mrs. Hudson, what would give you such a mad idea!" he called back.
"Don't get snotty with me young man, I'm your land lady not your house keeper."
"I've heard you say that over one hundred and ninety nine times this week, but thanks for the reminder!" the silent mumbles from Mrs. Hudson where barely heard, but Sherlock could guess they had something to do with himself and house keeper.
At that very moment the telephone sounded and Sherlock jumped to answer it.
' he must be really bored' john thought.
He watched as Sherlock pondered, there were a few ' mhm's, uh huh's' and one ' of course I can!' before he hung up the telephone and ran over to grab his coat.
"I cant belive I'm doing this but , come along Watson we're going to go help my brother."
"excuse me ?" Watson thought that Sherlock had lost his mind, surly he had, Sherlock hated Mycroft, so why would he help him.
"Because I'm bored!" Sherlock seemed to read Watsons mind.
"oh I see." He said.
"Mrs. Hudson, we're headed out, please make a pot of tea for when we return."
"Not your house keeper, Sherlock."
They ran out the door, and Sherlock hailed a taxi, they were on the case.
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Sherlock, saw the dead body in the alley way, he ran up and started staring the body down as if it would come back to life.
At the body and a sly grin slid across his face, he lifted up the arm of the dead man and he gave a slight chuckle.
"The man was poisoned, of the worse kind, a snaked bite, injected right into his wrist, he took the poison to lightly, didn't even see his potential death approaching, could've lived" he shook his head and stood.
"unless someone wanted it to look as though it was an accident, that his little pet snake bit him, when he was actually killed by something else." Watson suggested.
"ahhh very good Watson, look at the inside of his left elbow and tell me what you see ?"
Watson lifted the dead mans arm and saw a small injection wound on the inside of the elbow.
"its red and swollen, infection?"
" its an virus, known as red spot, its been affecting people for decades, thing is theirs a cure… so why didn't this man get it ?"
"because he didn't know he had it ?"
"because he was injected with it, red spot affects you heart and other major organs, it takes blood cells and makes them explode, after a while your blood builds up and your body stops functioning correctly, its as though you've been poisoned by a snake."
"which would explain the snake bites how?"
"The snake bites where made post mortem to cover up the red spot injection. And it would've worked to if Mycroft hadn't called me." He smiled "I love the smart ones."
He walked toward the crew of policemen to tell them to look for such a person.
"He wasn't always like that." A voice sounded from behind Watson.
"he wasn't?" Watson turned to see Mycroft standing behind him.
"no, way back a long time ago , before man, the dawn of time, he had a heart, and cared for the people, alive or dead around him."
"What happened?" Watson asked.
"oh I have to go looks like Sherlock had a lead." Mycroft walked towards Sherlock who swatted him away almost immediately, Sherlock walked back to Watson and said "Lets go, Mrs. Hudson has tea waiting for us."
He hailed a taxi and the both sped off back to 221B Baker Street.