221B Drabbles

by tsukinoblossom

My attempt at writing short stories in the 221-B format 221 words, last word starting with B . I'm really enjoying writing and I think these will encourage me to to do it more often and present an interesting challenge. Note: These stories are not sequential, or even necessarily in the same universe. Unless otherwise specified, each drabble is a unique, complete entity.

39. Bile

Sherlock is pacing back and forth across the remains of the crime scene, waves of fury emanating off his body so clearly they're nearly visible. He spins on his heels, his coat flaring dramatically as he turns to Anderson. "You insufferable idiot! Why did you clear and move the body?"

Anderson sneers, bristling at Sherlock's arrogance. "You're not a part of the team, freak. We're done, we don't need you."

"Clearly you do, or Lestrade wouldn't have called me."

Lestrade makes a point of evading eye contact from either of the men, opting instead to roll his towards at John, who is hovering in the background and staying out of the path of Sherlock's fury. Unfortunately, their relative peace is short-lived.

Sherlock abruptly spins away from Anderson, who is still spluttering excuses, and looms toward Lestrade.

"And you! Why did you let him clear the scene? You're the one who decided you needed me, and now it seems as though everyone under you is making a concentrated effort to impede me from doing anything."

Throwing his hands dramatically in the air, Sherlock stalks off without excusing himself or explaining to anyone where he's going.

John chuckles awkwardly and nods a sheepish apology in the DI's direction and trails after Sherlock, who is still spewing forth a torrent of vitriol and bile.