Stupid Law 16
A/N: This law was provided by Conductor of Darkness . Moriarty's revenge...That's all I'm giving you…
After the slight mishap in Fort Lee, John and Sherlock decided to take a trip to Los Angeles. Well it was more John wanted to go and Sherlock felt obliged to accept as he had ruined their break in New Jersey with the whole getting arrested thing.
As they were pulling into their beach hotel (paid for with Mycroft's credit card of course) Sherlock received a call from his brother.
"Brother dearest I see you have charged my credit card again" Mycroft stated in his usual manner.
"Well it's not like you will be needing it any time soon Mycroft. I just thought I'd give it a run out as they say" replied Sherlock without a moment's hesitation.
"Yeeesss well Sherlock I would like to inform you that your little friend has returned from Singapore and has revenge on his mind. Please do try to stay out of trouble, if not for my sake then for John's." Without letting Sherlock reply Mycroft was gone.
Moriarty was sitting behind a desk when one of his many underlings came rushing through the door.
"Well this had better be good or I will make you into something more appealing" he droned. The young man was terrified but handed over the paper to his boss. Moriarty took one look at the page and then grinned at the young man.
"Now who would have thought…Frisbees…hmmm and you say they are currently in Los Angeles?"
The young man nodded and then escaped before his boss's good mood deteriorated again.
John realised something about Sherlock Holmes the Great Consulting Detective while they were on holiday at a beach in LA. Sherlock apparently had a taste for beach games and appeared to have a particular interest in the Frisbees. As they walked to the beach each morning Sherlock would spend ages staring in the windows of the beach shops and John had to drag him away before they ended up with yet more stuff to clog up 221B.
On their fourth day in Los Angeles they met a highly energetic man roughly the same age as Sherlock who was clearly a trader. There was something familiar about the man which made John want to avoid him but unfortunately he was trying to sell Frisbees and, therefore, Sherlock made him stop.
The man saw Sherlock approach and he tried to hide the smirk that was slowly taking root on his face. Sherlock had analysed him on their walk towards is stall and found him to be a highly ambitious and slightly devious man trying to get ahead in life, most likely American, but judging my his complexion, spent many years in a less sunny country.
"Well well gentlemen how can I be of service today?" he began enticing them towards the brightly coloured stall. Sherlock's eyes lit up as he saw the Frisbees but he knew John would not approve if he purchased on. John figured that Sherlock would look and then move on and he appeared to be doing so. However, just as he was about to leave the man produced something from behind the stall and whispered in Sherlock's ear. After this, Sherlock looked down briefly then handed over some money before taking the object and walking back towards John.
"Sherlock…I thought we discussed this…" John began but Sherlock cut across him and he sounded like a hyperactive child.
"But Jooohhhn look at it. it has my name engraved on it with a little smiley face" Sherlock then pointed to the Frisbee as confirmation
"Sherlock you are a grown man for crying out loud"
"SMILEY FACE JOHN"
With this John gave up in trying to talk sense into the detective as it was clear that he would not win the battle. The two men sat on the beach which was largely deserted apart from themselves and a few other families. A lifeguard tower stood in the centre of the beach and it had a clear view of most of the beach, something which Sherlock wasn't long in pointing out to John.
Jon spent most of the morning finishing his novel while Sherlock took the opportunity to carry out some less dangerous experiments in the water. However, it was not long after they had finished eating their lunch which the hotel had prepared, when the inevitable nagging began.
"John pleeease it will be fun!" nagged Sherlock.
"Sherlock please just one more hour and then I will see"
"But John I have calculated the wing speed and it is just perfect right this minute" Sherlock then put on the most ridiculous face John had ever seen which caused him to laugh loudly. Several of the families were staring at him when he managed to catch his breath but he honestly didn't care. The image of that face was going to keep him laughing for the rest of his life.
"Okay fine I'll play Frisbee with you Sherlock but do we need permission to play because I don't really see anyone else playing…"
"No John we do not need permission…it's a free country after all and the man at the stall told me so too" That seemed to settle it and the men stood at a reasonable distance from each other and began throwing the Frisbee to each other. John had to admit that this was actually quite enjoyable but their happiness was not long lived. The lifeguard appeared from his tower and walked towards Sherlock who was closer to him. From what John could tell they were having a heated discussion so he raced over before Sherlock said something stupid in the heat of the moment which he would regret later.
"Sir, I have asked you friend here to cooperate and hand over the Frisbee but he is refusing. Under state law it is forbidden to throw a Frisbee on the beach unless you have permission from the Lifeguard on duty."
"Sherlock you heard him hand it over unless you want to be done for failure to cooperate or something"
"But JOHN…the man said it was okay…the man at the stall and it has my name on it and it's so cool and I am ever letting anyone else play with it EVER!"
Two hours later they found themselves sitting in a cell for the second time on their holiday. This was due to the fact that Sherlock got rather agitated and had ended up punching the lifeguard when he had tried to pull the Frisbee from Sherlock's grasp. Before they had reached the police station the lifeguard had handed Sherlock a piece of paper and he told them that a youngish man with brown hair and an American-Irishy accent had told him to give it to them. Sherlock had pocketed the note with a look of distain on his face. John was curious now though and Sherlock handed him the note without question. It read as followd:
Dear Sherlock…I fear you may be getting slow…can't believe you were fooled by a simple trader disguise…anyway hope to hear from you very soon…or not- JM
The men read it together and Sherlock uttered a single sentence before descending into silence for the remainder of the time before Mycroft sorted out this mess.
"So much for being a free country…"
A/N: Thank you so much for all the alerts, favourites, and reviews please keep them coming because I love reading them and they act as motivation. This one I posted faster because of the huge response to my last chapter. Enjoy and Review