The Son of Sherlock Holmes

The Great Game Part One

Zyair walks into the flat with John to hear two gunshots ring out, followed by another two. Zyair and John run up the stairs with their fingers in their ears stopping on the landing "What the hell are you doing?" John asks lowering his hands. "Bored." Sherlock responds sulkily from his seat. "What?" John asks in disbelief as Zyair chuckles slightly. "Bored!" Sherlock exclaims as he springs up out of the chair. John immediately back up and covers his ears with his hands, Zyair doing the same as Sherlock fires at the smiley face on the wall again. Swinging his arm around his back and firing at the wall from behind his back "Bored! Bored!" Sherlock exclaims. Zyair smiles as John enters the room and takes the pistol off of Sherlock, quickly sliding the clip out of the gun while Sherlock walks towards the sofa. "Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them." he says sulkily. John locks the pistol into a small safe on the dining table and straightens up "So you take it out on the wall." he comments as Zyair sits in the chair by the sofa. "Ah, the wall had it coming." Sherlock responds stroking the paint on it slightly. He turns sideways and flops down onto the sofa on his back, his head landing on a cushion with his feet digging into the arm by the window. Zyair shakes his head slightly in amusement "What about that Russian case?" John asks taking his coat off. "Belarus. Open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time." Sherlock says. "Ah, shame!" John exclaims sarcastically. Chuckling, Zyair grabs a book off the table and starts reading "Anything in? I'm starving." John asks entering the kitchen. 

A couple seconds later Zyair looks up as John starts yelling "A severed head!" he exclaims. "Just tea for me, thanks." Sherlock responds making Zyair chuckle. "No, there's a head in the fridge." John says walking back in the room. "Yes." Sherlock responds calmly. "A bloody head!" John exclaims. "Well, where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you?" Sherlock asks. John holds out his hands despairingly and looks back towards the fridge "I got it from Bart's morgue." Sherlock continues. John buries his head in one hand "I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death. I see you've written up the taxi driver case." Sherlock says motioning in the direction of John's laptop. "Uh, yes." John responds as he walks over to Sherlock's armchair and sits down. "A Study in Pink. Nice!" Sherlock says. "Well, you know, pink lady, pink case, pink phone... there was a lot of pink. Did you like it?" John asks.
Sherlock picks up a magazine from the coffee table and flips it open "Erm, no." he responds. "Why not? I thought you'd be flattered." John asks. Sherlock drops the magazine "Flattered?" he asks raising his index fingers and narrating a section of the blog. "Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things." he says. "Now hang on a minute. I didn't mean that in a..." John starts. "Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way! Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister, or who's sleeping with who." Sherlock interrupts. "Whether the Earth goes round the Sun..." John trails off. "Not that again. It's not important." Sherlock retorts. "Not impor... It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that?" John asks. "Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it." Sherlock tells him, Zyair chuckling slightly at him. "Deleted it?" John asks.