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.

71. Bleach

"What're you doing here, freak?" Sally's voice is sharp and piercing. "We don't need you here – we've determined this wasn't the primary crime scene."

Sherlock snaps back, imperious as ever. "I'll be the judge of that. We know how thorough your forensics team is."

He spins around on his heel, surveying the entire room in one smooth motion. With a start, he stalks over to the wainscoting and runs a finger lightly along one of the carved details, a gesture almost erotic in its delicacy. Rubbing forefinger and thumb together, he sniffs thoughtfully.

"John, how much blood could a woman of the victim's size lose before succumbing?"

Anderson sneers. "We told you, cretin, this wasn't the primary crime scene. We found no evidence of blood."

"Yes, Anderson, thank you. Seeing as how it's nearly unbelievable that you manage to find your own legs to put your trousers on in the morning, I'll take your opinion under advisement."

John stifles a snort. "Just about two pints, Sherlock."

Sherlock looms over the long-suffering DI. "Call Molly. I am willing to bet your victim is missing at least that much blood. I am nearly certain that this was indeed the primary. Someone went to a huge amount of effort to conceal something here, to hide their tracks. Very thorough - ammonia, lye, and bleach."