Sorry for the wait, but the next section is up, and the fish are back again! Enjoy!
Chapter Three
John was starting to feel really annoyed at Sherlock. Ever since their trip to the dinner the detective had been fascinated with fish and wanting to go back every single day. It had been hard enough to drag him away from those fish. When talking had failed he tried to push Sherlock away, but the detective had refused to budge. It was only when the assistants and a group of adults joined in that they ever managed to get Sherlock away from the fish. And now he was brooding.
Looking over to Sherlock, Watson watched as the detective appeared to be updating his blog.
"Any news on Moriaty?" asked John, trying to get Sherlock to talk.
Sherlock didn't respond, but looked pointedly away, moving towards the window.
"Is this about those stupid fish?" John asked, giving a sigh.
"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." Sherlock said abruptly, before heading out the door. John sighed and went out to get some lunch.
Coming back to the house late in the evening, John saw Sherlock playing his violin. Deciding to go have a shower as night continued, John reached the bathroom and saw that a bath was run. But it wasn't something that he had hoped for. Instead, a fish was swimming about, looking quite pleased with itself. And it looked exactly like a fish from the Bejing Dinner. Walking back into the living room, John looked at Sherlock.
"Anything happened today that I ought to know about?" John asked.
"Mycroft visited." Sherlock replied.
"I mean about the fish. In the bath." John replied.
"Oh that. I brought him. He's called Mycroft. Unfortunately, my dear brother was pleased with the name I suddenly chose for the fish when he visited." Sherlock replied.
"And how am I meant to have a shower?" Asked John, giving a sigh.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that." Sherlock replied with a frown.
"So what were you thinking about?"
"I think Mycroft the Fish might be lonely. I was planning in increasing the size of the bath so we could get him a friend."
"No, we're taking the fish back." John said, his voice strict.
"No!" Sherlock replied, his voice making it appear that he was beyond shocked.
"Sherlock, we cannot keep a fish in the bath!" John exclaimed. "I'll get you a goldfish. They can live in a bowl."
"But it isn't the right kind of fish!" Protested Sherlock.
"We're taking it back, that's final!" It was at that point that Sherlock turned away from looking out the window and faced John with such an utter look of devastation that the former army doctor gave a sigh.
"Okay, you can keep the fish-" This brought a great smile from the detective. "But not in the bath." John finished. At this, Sherlock frowned, but he moved over to his computer and started typing. Who knew what plans Sherlock would come up with.
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