Stupid Law 15
A/N: Once again I have left this chapter too long. I had exams and such like. Anyway this one is slightly different.
After the mayhem which had appeared to have taken over John and Sherlock's lives with the 'breaking the stupid laws' game, John was looking for a much needed rest. Sherlock could not deny that he himself could also do with a bit of a break from it.
When Sherlock suggested they pick a random town and catch the next available flight John was more than happy to pack his bags and follow the detective to the airport.
"So where exactly are we going then?" John asked as they walked towards the check in desk. Sherlock handed him the boarding pass in reply. John looked down at the pass to find the words New Jersey typed on it.
As far as John was aware there were no major laws which could accidentally be broken while they were there and safe in this knowledge he slept the whole way on the plane.
Sherlock nudged him awake just as they were coming into land. They collected their luggage and headed off to find their hotel. It turned out to be in a town called Fort Lee. It was quitter than London and the two men lounged about for most of the day. John sat reading his novel and Sherlock had brought his violin with him. It really was a relaxing break for the pair. Just after six o clock Sherlock suggested they go out for dinner.
"Any place in particular Sherlock?" asked John as they walked through the lobby.
"I think there is a good one about a block or so from here! Replied Sherlock pulling on his almost trademark blue scarf.
Sure enough ten minutes later they found themselves sitting in a posh restaurant where everything was overpriced. By 11 o clock the two men were slightly intoxicated and were being directed to leave the premises after knocking over several trays of food and singing to random tables in the restaurant.
"Shhheeeerrrrllllooooccckk I don't think they liked us that much and our wooonnndeerfuulll singing"
"Do you know Joooohhhnn I think you may be right but it totally does not matter one teeny tiny bit and do you know why Dr. Watson?"
"I do not Mr. Holmes please inform me" replied John trying to avoid tripping over any objects which almost appeared out of nowhere in his opinion.
"Well Dr. Watson it would appear that they forgot to ask us to pay the bill." At this John stopped dead in his tracks and Sherlock bumped into the back of him. This set the two men into a fit of laughter which continued for a minute or two before either of them could move.
Slowly they stumbled back in the general direction of their hotel but it seemed to be taking a lot longer than it should have been. At this point Sherlock decided that their best plan of action was to text Mycroft repeatedly until he helped them get back safely.
Out of nowhere it seemed there came a flashing blue and red light and a siren so loud it must have woken the whole street. Out of the police car stepped a rather stern looking officer.
"Look offfiiceer we are just trying to find our way back to…the..emm hotel…" managed John as Sherlock was still texting furiously behind him.
"Gentlemen you are in breach of a local law just recently introduced in Fort Lee. Are you aware of this fact?"
"I haaavee absolutely no idea what you are talking about officer" replied John sounding a little to forward.
"It is currently illegal to text while walking on the streets of Fort Lee. I will be therefore issuing a fine of $85 which must be paid in full at the station which is where I am taking both of you to detox overnight."
Sherlock still didn't seem to be taking the conversation on board and when the officers tried to place him in the car he started yelling at them incoherently. This did not improve the officer's mood and poor John was forced to step in.
"Come on Sherlock I think we had better do as they say." John had been rather sobered by this incident as if Scotland Yard of Mycroft Holmes found out that they had broken a stupid law such as this without even meaning to they would never hear the end of it.
A few hours later the men were still in the cell and back in London some footage was being taken to a high ranking member of the government with a note attached. It read as follows:
Dearie me Mycroft it would appear that Sherly and John have been naughty boys again. Tut tut this will not do at all. They better watch their backs- JM
A/N: I made them drunk as I love drunk Sherlock and John. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Reviews are welcome as are suggestions of what the boys could do next… Until next time!