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Set after the Reichenbach Fall and a reunion. (about 3 months after a reunion (Sherlock was gone for a year and a half in this story))
John turned the corner onto Baker Street and blinked. He thought there had been four people standing outside of that blue house.
"I must have been daydreaming." John muttered to himself.
Just then, a gunshot rang out from farther down the street. John sighed and continued down the street to 221B Baker Street. He opened the door and was greeted by Mrs. Hudson.
"Sherlock is shooting my walls again, John." She said, only partially mad.
"I'll deal with it. And I'll make sure he pays for it."
"Or at least Mycroft does." He said under his breath as he headed upstairs.
"Sherlock, why are you shooting the wall?" John asked. He had gotten used to Sherlock shooting the wall after the third time he did it.
"I was bored by waiting for you to come home."
"You're not using me in another one of your experiments!" John practically shouted.
"No, we are going to America for a case." Sherlock said calmly.
"Since when do you take cases in America?"
"This is a very intriguing case and the only one available at the moment that isn't boringly obvious."
"Fine, whatever, we'll go to America. Can Mycroft get us a flight?" John asked.
"Our flight is already booked. We leave tomorrow at 10:30am." Sherlock responded.
"I'll go pack."
John went to his room to pack and Sherlock went to the kitchen to conduct an experiment on one of John's jumpers.
Hope you all enjoyed that chapter. It was a little short, but there are plenty of long chapters coming.
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I am thinking about writing a story about John finding out about the "I Believe in Sherlock Holmes" stuff, so tell me what you think of that.