Holmes was playing with his paddle ball, staring up at the ceiling, and doing his second thing he did best.
"Watson I'm bored." He complained for the umpteenth time. "Amuse me."
"Amuse yourself lazy." I retorted. "I'm busy. Seriously, where are all my clothes? This is the third time I've had to wear this shirt Holmes."
"Disgusting." Said Holmes wrinkling his nose. "You could have stripped, waited in the bathroom and waited for Mrs. Hudson to clean it."
"Holmes, I know you took them I just want them back." I said ignoring his suggestion.
"I did not!" then he rambled, "Why do you always blame me for everything around here? The dogs asleep and you think it's dead because I might have done something to it, Mrs. Hudson losses your clothes and you point at me…"
I tuned out his voice which was easy, and started looking through my emails. Junk, junk, junk, flag, junk, prank from Sherlock, junk, oh!
My eyes feel on an email and I had to laugh.
"Holmes, shut up and come look at this. I think we have a pen pal now."
Holmes stopped talking and looked up curiously. "Who?"
"Come look."
A dark shadow crossed his face. "It wouldn't be that girl…would it?"
"Holmes just look!"
"Fine."
The email was short and read:
Hey;
It means you would start with a word that starts with 'm', Holmes…just stop. Read a book or something.
Tell Mrs. Hudson I say happy birthday!
Wow…I really need to stop…this is my fourth e-mail to you…Hm…
Oh, and my spies say that Watson's underwear is under Holmes' bed, in pages of books, and in the…EW…HOLMES PUTS WATSON'S UNDERWEAR IN THE FLOUR!
Disgusting, Holmes.
Watson spun round and glared evilly at a guilty looking Holmes.
"Get my underwear…NOW!"
"Fine general sir." He grumbled and walked out of the room.
"And my other clothes too if you please!" I barked.
Twenty minutes later Holmes walked out with all of my missing clothes. Every single inch was covered in flour.
"Holmes, what have you done?" I cried.
"It's just flour it'll wash out."
"That's not my point." I looked at the white, powdered stack in his arms.
"I'll get Mrs. Hudson to clean it, don't worry."
"Oh no you won't!" Mrs. Hudson cried. "You made that mess and you'll clean it up. If you try to resist I will take all of your clothes while you sleep and burn them in the stove."
"Oh, Mrs. Hudson, the girl in the email wishes you a happy birthday." I said before she left.
"That was very sweet of her; make sure you send my thanks to her."
Holmes gapped after her as she marched away.
"Oh, Holmes, if you ever get bored again, do what she says and read a book."
"Ha ha, very funny." He glanced at the email again. "Mango. Happy lady?"
A/N: This chapter ends with Holmes up to his elbows in soapy water as Mrs. Hudson gets a day off. :D YAY! Write a comment if you like Mrs. Hudson. It's right below. MOVE THE MOUSE, MOVE IT PEOPLE!