A/N: So this Law had to make an appearance. Thanks to Evangeline who sent it my way! Enjoy
Stupid Law 22
John was nervous. Sherlock had not mentioned the paint incident and refused to acknowledge that it had happened at all. John wasn't sure whether he was angry or had simply erased the incident completely from his mind palace. If it was the former then he was in trouble.
Sherlock didn't forget...especially not when it involved ridiculous laws and getting him into custody unfairly. He would bide his time and wait for the opportunity to arise to really get John again. He trawled through papers and even ventured to call his brother for a case worthy enough to find John behind bars again. However, the opportunity arose through John, himself who had had a hit on his blog from an American business man who had been accused of murder and who was adamant that he was not to blame.
"Well what do you think Sherlock…are we heading stateside once more?" John asked not noticing the grin spreading across the detective's face.
"What state is it in? I have to be sure that I won't get bored" Sherlock asked in his usual offhand manner.
"Alabama, the man said…I'm sure you will find something to keep you busy and the case has its merits" John said encouragingly, no thought of their game crossing his mind.
"Well I suppose it's not the worst state to find myself in and as you rightly put it the case does seem to have an interesting story behind it." Sherlock was delighted, although he did not let it show to his dear friend.
And so the boys found themselves later that week in Alabama questioning a range of suspects who had the most interesting stories about what had occurred. Sherlock was halfway through his investigation when he realised that the whole case reeked of his brother and reminded himself to thank Mycroft when they returned.
"Our investigation appears to be leading us back to the church" noted John after a stressful day of tracking down the victim's brother.
"Yes, I think it is about time we paid a visit to the minister and see what he has to say for himself" said Sherlock bluntly, giving John no reason to suspect him of any suspicious plans. As they reached the small, country church Sherlock bounded ahead with John slowing trying to show some respect. When John caught up to Sherlock he was handed a fake moustache and Sherlock insisted the disguise themselves somewhat before talking to the minister, to preserve their identities. John was suspicious at first but then stuck it to his face. It appeared the minister was out of town for the day for speaking to one of the devout parishioners. Sherlock was biding his time knowing that John would not be able to resist doing an impression of his favourite film character. This had been the whole premise of the law he had found. John was obsessed with the film and finding himself in a church wearing a fake moustache would be too hard to resist. After two more minutes of pretending to scrutinize the local literature John, finding the church apparently, empty came out in his biggest American drawl with a sentence which even Sherlock had to admit was one of the most hilarious things in the world.
"Hey Sherlock look at me…I'm Sam Adams and do you know what? I think it is time to dance our way out of this mess…" With this John full on began the dance sequence which had occurred in the film. It was more hilarious than Sherlock had anticipated and he found himself trying to stifle the laughter. Just at that moment, the local sheriff entered, instructed by Sherlock.
"Ah there you are…I would like you to arrest this man for causing laughter in church while wearing what can only be described as the worst fake moustache known to man." Sherlock managed this in small breaths while trying his best to keep a straight face. John looked rather embarrassed and cursed Sherlock for catching him out once more. He was led away ashen faced by a sheriff who himself had found the whole spectacle rather amusing; but the law is the law and now the army doctor had to pay the price.
"Sherlock you are so dead for this! I'm going to get you back so bad!" he shouted as he was pushed into the police car. Sherlock just laughed and walked back to their lodgings.
"We'll just see about that John…I'll be watching…" he muttered to himself as he left John to stew for a while…
A/N: Well there you have it…it appears these boys know no bounds…As always reviews, alerts and favourites are welcomed and keep me writing for you all!