Ahoy! Sherlockitty returns, an exciting time hopefully for those waiting for its return. I never did get around to rewriting the other chapters and the meows, I found, was what made it so fun for me. But anywho, a continuation of Sherlockitty Holmes. Enjoy! (Disclaimer: Do not own BBC Sherlock nor the characters I am portraying as cats) (Apologies in advance if bad writing, 2 am and couldn't sleep) (don't question the logic of how Sherlockitty carries his phone hahaha) (this most likely makes no sense, but enjoy nonetheless, Tish out)
Sherlockitty raced inside John's favourite milk bar and glanced around. Sherlockitty called out John's name many times before being kicked out for being a disturbance. Sherlockitty paced the walkway, thinking as best as he could where John was or where Pawriarty had taken him. Just as he was about to complete another walk up and down the pavement he received a text message. Quickly getting his phone out, he glanced at the message.
"Meow." Sherlockitty said disgustedly as he realised it was from Pawriarty.
'Meet me at the place you and your precious fur ball met. Do not dawdle.'
Sherlockitty put his phone away and called over a cab, asking the driver to hurry to St Barts.
Once Sherlockitty arrived he raced to the labs where he and John first met. Sherlockitty raced inside, finding not John but instead an upturned lab and a note.
'Meet me at the place you and John had dinner for the first time.'
Sherlockitty groaned. He wasted no time in getting a cab and making his way to Angelos.
Once again Sherlockitty arrived only to find Angelos shop window broken and another note, presumably from Pawriarty. This mad chase of his was growing bothersome.
'Meet me at the place John holds most dearest.'
Sherlockitty stared at the paper.
What place did John hold most dearest to himself. Sherlockitty started pacing back up and down the pavement. Was his favourite milk bar his most dearest place? Was Meowses Hudson's place the place he held most dearest? Was the doctor's surgery the place he held most dearest? Sherlockitty had no idea. Sherlockitty kept pacing up and down, up and down before he was struck with an idea.
John is always talking about how there is no place like home, maybe home is his dearest place? With a quick glance at Angelos' broken window and raced off. He arrived just in time to watch his apartment blow up.