"Alright this ones in America," John said, his voice strained with frustration. If Sherlock declined this one it would be the 27th consecutive case the Detective had turned down.
"Boring," the Detective moaned from his position sprawled across the sofa.
John was at the end of his teether. He was going to get Sherlock to agree to this one, and anyway it would be nice to go to America. "At least listen to the actual case!"
Sherlock looked over at John, an eyebrow raised. After a brief pause Sherlock gave in. "Fine!"
"Good," John looked to his laptop. "Alright this lad wants you to look into the disappearance of his girlfriend."
Sherlock groaned. John glared at him. "Oh please do go on," the Detective waved his hand.
"He says she vanished when he went to the toilet," John thought this was sounding interesting, but Sherlock was looking very bored. "When he came back she was gone, her phone was on the floor and the angel statue he'd left her next to had gone as well."
"What was that?" Sherlock said, jumping to his feet and appearing next to John, leaning over his shoulder to read the message. "Angel statue? Interesting!" The Detective strode over to the hat stand, grabbed his coat and scarf and was heading down the stairs before he thought to call John. "Come on then John, the game is on!"
"Where are you going?"
"Ohio!" John had no choice but to grab his own coat and follow the Detective. He did take his laptop with him, but that was it. Sometimes Sherlock really annoyed John.