Hey! This is my first ever fan-fiction! This art is new and unexplored by me, so be patient and lenient. ^-^ It may not be great, but I just wanted to give a good old go, crap or not. Hope you like it!
Chapter one.
"John, can you do something for me?" a warm voice came from the ratty, old couch on the other side of the flat room.
"What?" I look up from my laptop and glance questioningly at Sherlock. it had been months since our last case, and the flat was beginning to become oddly quiet. Sherlock barely ever played his violin anymore, and he barely talked anymore. I wonder what is going through his mind. i thought.
"Can you check to see if any new cases have arrived? I think I'm more crazy than usual. which is saying something, seeing how I'm a generally crazy person and all." he sits up abruptly and puts his hands in front of his mouth like he was praying.
"It took you this long to figure that out?" i tease and smile momentarily. "what kind of case d you want? murder, mystery, etc?"
"A nice Serial killer would be fun." he says.
"If that's what you call ni-" I was cut off by a knock on the door followed by the voice of Ms. Hudson.
"Sherlock dear, someone is here to see you! he says its urgent." Then, the door opens shortly after, presenting Inspector Lestrade. He looked winded and panicked, a deer in front of headlights.
At first, he seemed to have lost the ability to form coherent sentences. he sputtered out a few words "Molly...h-help"