Ch 10
Bowie was able to go home within a week. The doctors insisted she rest, but she was up and bouncing around the flat on day one. John and Mrs. Hudson were constantly nagging, muttering about Sherlock being a bad influence. They had good reason to.
Sherlock originally had brought Bowie some cold case files to keep her occupied while she healed. He then had the brilliant idea to recreate the scenes in the flat. Mrs. Hudson was not happy to find out that it was not red paint, but actual blood (supplied by Molly) that covered her walls. Lestrade was happy to find out they had solved 4 cases within 4 days.
John stopped by Bowie's school to get her school work. The next day Sherlock stopped by and gave the Headmaster an angry rant about the simplistic and valueless material that was being taught. He then came home and paced about the flat, scaring off Mrs. Hudson by yelling something about having Mycroft liquidate the public schooling system. He then phoned John to tell him that Bowie didn't need to go to school. From listening to Sherlock's end of the conversation, it was clear to Bowie that John did not feel the same way. Sherlock got off the phone and asked rather sweetly if he could burn her notebooks, and if she would like to be home schooled. Bowie agreed to both.
After that incident, Sherlock and Bowie were giddy for about a day. And despite telling Bowie constantly that she needed to rest, John couldn't help but join in. The trio spent several hours pouring over cases, but of course Sherlock got bored of this quite quickly.
The giddy-ness changed anger when Sherlock solved everything they had. All three of them sat in silence by the fireplace, John and Bowie staring at Sherlock, who had a brooding look on his face. His fingers were steepled against his mouth. Suddenly, he inhaled sharply, drew a handgun from his breast pocket and shot the wall.
"F- really, Sherlock!?" John exclaimed, looking angrily at the detective.
Sherlock looked at both of his companions, before cracking a grin. They maintained straight faces for as long as they could, before they all began laughing. They were interrupted by boot steps on the staircase. Lestrade burst in, out of breath and looking concerned. Sherlock stood.
"Right behind you, Lestrade." He said, calmly grabbing his coat and scarf. Lestrade ran back down the stairs. Sherlock looked back at John and Bowie, who were still seated. "Well. Are you coming?" They leapt up and pulled on their jackets. Within a minute, they were rushing down the steps. Bowie felt so alive, and to herself she thought: the game is on.
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