New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

Lets see what we can do for fun - chapter 2

"Boooooreeeeed," Sherlock and May said. Sherlock was lounging around on the couch, and May could be found under the yellow, smiley face target. A bang, bang! was heard from the front room. Tom instinctively jump up, but John was already walking to the front room with his cup of tea in hand.

When they got there, they saw May stand up and walk over to Sherlock. As she handed Sherlock two shot shells, saying, "My turn. Oh, hay John, Uncle Tom."

"Don't scare me like that. Goodness to gad," Tom said huffing in the doorway. "May, where are you going?" He saw her sneaking towards the room she left her stuff in.

"I was going to grab my bag, then show Sherlock some fun?" She replied uncertainly. Tom stared at her for a bit, as if looking for if she was hiding something. After what felt like hours, he finally said, "kay, as long as the chance of death is below 65%, got it?"

"Got it!" she yelled in excitement. "Sherlock, meet me on the roof!"

"Fine," Sherlock said, as he grudgingly got of the couch. "Its not like I have anything better to do."

As he walked out the door, May came running in. Before she ran out the door, fallowing Sherlock, she turns to face John and Tom, saying, "If we're not back by, say," looking at the wall clock "22:00, start worrying, n'kay?"

"Ok, just go already," John told her. As she rocketed out of the flat, John turned to Tom. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"Well, considering the time, and that she took her bag with her, she probably doing a parkcor run," replied Tom. "I wonder what Sherlock's reaction would be when he sees her jump start."

"Quick question," John asked, confused. "What's parkcor?"

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"What are we doing on the roof?" Sherlock asked May when they got up there. May held up the 1 second sign, for she sprinted all the way up and was out of breath.

"Parkour, my friend," May replied to him, getting a role of rapping gauze from her bag. She threw it to Sherlock, saying, "Rap that around your hands. Now, the easiest was to escape a crime scene, is by going up, or out a window."
May could tell that Sherlock was trying to figure out what she was talking about. "Have you seen gymnasts before? How they're able to do backflips off of beams and such?" she said. "Well, parkcor is a bit like that, except you jump of roofs and ledges."

As she said, she saluted Sherlock, yelled "sinit-ire!" and jumped off the ledge.

"Parkcor is like when you do flips and such, like in gymnastics, but instead of beams and bars and all that, you use roofs of houses," Tom explained to John. "Usually, May does her parkour runs at the highest she can get. Is Sherlock afraid of heights?"

"I-I don't think so," John replied. "Is it safe?"

"Considering how the chance of death is, supposedly, below 65%, he should be fine," Tom said, laying lazily on the couch. Then he suddenly jerked up, saying, "Oh sh*t! The Reichenbach Fall! O gad, I hope she doesn't do any falls, that would scare him senseless."

Sherlock ran to the edge of the roof, looking desperately for May. He found her on the window ledge below, grinning like a madman up at him. "What, afraid of a little gravity?" May asked him, chuckling to herself. She was confused by Sherlock's frantic behavior, until she remembered something. "Well, time to get you over your fear of heights," she said, hopping to the next building over. "Just jump over here, you'll be fine!"

"Why am I doing this?" Sherlock mumbled to himself, walking back a bit to get some speed. "Hurry up, slowpoke," he hear May yell from quite a distance away. As he ran towards the ledge, he kept thinking how many things could go wrong. As he jumped, memories of the fall flipped through his head. He just barely made it to the other side.

"See," May told him when he landed. "Not so bad. Lets go!"

They ran down Backer St, then turned down and fallowed the Thames. For the next hour or so, they leaped, slid, and ran around London. Around noonish, they decided to go to a little cafe to eat lunch. "Well?" May asks Sherlock after they ordered.

"Well, what?" Sherlock replies. He felt agitated, as if something was going to go wrong.

"Do you find this fun or am I wasting my time," May said. When he didn't reply, she started to notice the little things he does when he's worried. She asks him, "dude, what's up."

Before he could reply, a man came running down the street. As he came closer, May recognized him as the Lestrade fellow from the police force. "Sherlock!" He yelled.

Sherlock turned, seeing Lestrade's frantic face. He stood up quickly, catching Leatrade as he ran into him. "What happened, Lestrade, what happened?!" Sherlock asked him frantically.

"John," huffed Lestrade. "John's, missing."

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I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in forever! Don't kill me plz!

*coff coff* Anyway, this involves the "other one" *wink wink nudge nudge* The villain tis not Tom, but there character. Hehe, what'll happen next?!? Guess! Comment! Vote! Here an amazing day!
~H-T \;^D