A Detective Visits
"So what's this case that you're prepared to do all of a sudden?" John asked as he settled down in his seat.
They had got on the quickest flight out to America as they could. Initially Sherlock had wanted one the next day but somehow Mycroft had got wind of their 'trip' and decided to 'talk' to John to find out more. This had delayed the flight by several days after Sherlock had searched the flat and got rid of the hidden webcams he found in the mantelpiece.
"Just a simple break in at a university in California, easy, I could do it in my sleep." Sherlock adjusted himself so he was leaning on his hands with his elbows on the arm rests.
"So?"
"What do you mean 'so'? I explained."
John let out an annoyed sigh. "Why have I been stuck on a plane with you for the pat eleven hours when I could have been at home enjoying peace and quiet while you slept?"
"Dr Cooper contacted me from the very same university and asked if I would be interested in doing some scientific research in exchange for him to 'pick my brains' as he put it." He stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Moments later the two gentlemen got off the plane and had headed to collect their luggage from customs. Luckily it was a quick affair; John had managed to convince Sherlock to leave his harpoon at Baker Street. Soon they were on their way in a taxi, which Sherlock complained rudely that it was much nosier than a London taxi when all the driver had done was start to talk about tourists and the places to visit, to their given address.
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"Leonard we need to do a final check!" Sheldon called to his roommate anxiously.
"Alright, I heard you the first time!" a voice shouted from down the hall. A second later the roommate in question appeared down the hall, looking quiet dishevelled,
"I was busy doing your last request. I really don't think that they'll mind that we don't have British branded products for the bathroom."
"How do you know that, Leonard? How could you possible know what goes on in that genius' mind when you are just a mere physicist, whose work contributes nothing to the knowledge of science any more than Casanova contributed to the invention of birth control in the 18th century?" Sheldon shook his head in a pitiful manner, "Do you have the specially delivered tea?"
"Yes."
"The new grill toaster that does English muffins and English crumpets?"
"Yes."
"Have you cleared away any thing that slightly smells or looks or is associated with Penny? Anything left out he may be able to connect to her staying here on a regular basis?
"wha- is that really necessary?"
Sheldon looked up in a disbelieving manner,
"Of course it is. Would I be asking if it wasn't?"
Leonard thought for a moment and said in a quiet voice,
"In that case, yes."
"Good, I will continue," Sheldon's voice picked up pace.
"Do you have the subscription to Netflix I ordered in case we needed it? Although I think the conversation will be too lively for that, with minds like ours." Sheldon gave a small chuckle.
"Yes, and I look forward to it." Leonard added sarcastically.
"The extra assortment of beverages I ordered; tea, coffee, milk and juice?
"Yes"
"And finally traditional board games such as Cluedo and Battleships?"
"Yes."
Sheldon smiled widely for a second then sat down in his spot. As he got comfortable, after a few moments of nervous jitters, the door bell rang. Moving faster than Leonard had seen him, well since the time he realised that the Comic Book store had started to sell the new Superman merchandise, Sheldon leapt over the coffee table and wrenched open the door to reveal a dark figure standing there.
"Hello, the names Sherlock Holmes."
Sheldon and Leonard stood for a few moments when a voice from the figures side said,
"By the way, I'm John Watson and I'd like to apologize now."
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So as you all know I don't own anything but the plot. (As much as I'd like to own Benedict Cumberbatch)
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