Another ordinary day for the three roommates. Sherlock was drinking his tea while reading the paper, John had opted for a coffee to open his tired eyes, and little Rosie was watching the ceiling in her bassinet. Clearly, she was the only one who hadn't gotten tired after screaming almost half the night. And it was with horror that John realized that only Sherlock's violin music could calm her down.
Not that he didn't love hearing his roommate play his instrument. But it meant that every time he wasn't there, it would be almost impossible to calm the girl down, that he would have to wake Sherlock every time she didn't sleep, and that neither of them would get any sleep at all. And John had already seen what happened when they both got too little sleep, and nothing ever ended well in those cases.- When will she start sleeping? I can't even do my experiments in the middle of the night anymore," grumbles Sherlock.
- A little more patience, in a few months she will be perfectly capable.
The detective said nothing more, but he was looking forward to this time. Sure, he was used to long sleepless nights, but they were supposed to be accompanied by silence, calm, and reflection. No crying, bottle feeding, and dirty diapers, although he had so far managed to avoid the latter.
He took a quick look at his roommate, who seemed to be literally falling asleep in his coffee. Sherlock thought for a moment that maybe he should have him try cocaine. It's very effective for staying awake.
The two men were suddenly awakened by Lestrade's loud entrance. The policeman had just opened the door, slamming it against the wall. He looked frightened and breathed heavily.
- Greg? Is everything okay?
- I... uh...
The inspector frowned, seemed to finally realize where he was.
- Do you have any whiskey?
Sherlock took a quick look at the clock, to see that it was barely 8 a.m.
- Maybe it's a little early for that, don't you think?
- Yes, you... you're right.
The man finally dropped into an armchair, his eyes still as empty as ever. You could feel the wheels of his brain turning at a thousand miles an hour. Sherlock got up and stood in front of him. Lestrade had attracted his curiosity with his strange behavior, and he couldn't help but wonder what had put his friend in such a state. He finally decided to bring him the glass he had been asking for. The older man took it, and swallowed it in one gulp, without even batting an eyelid under the burn of the alcohol.
John was also concerned, and looked at him intently, looking forward to the time when they would have revelations.
- I can't believe it. It's just not possible. Isn't it?
- Why don't you start by telling us what you're talking about," John said gently.
- Yes, yes of course. To tell you... But how to tell you? How to describe you...
A shiver ran through the lieutenant's body, who looked for a moment at his hopelessly empty glass. Having understood the message, the taller man poured him another glass.
- Thanks...
- Lestrade. Tell us what you saw.
The lieutenant looked up at the detective who was standing in front of him, waiting with growing impatience for explanations. This case had to be really big, and he wanted to know. Here was something to wake up his sleeping mind.
- A new case has just arrived. We have been-
The lieutenant was cut off by Rosie's crying. The little girl who could feel the atmosphere in the room, and the lack of attention towards her, was really not happy.
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JohnLock - One-shot [English]
Fanfic{REQUEST OPEN - By private message or comments, don't hesitate, I'll do my best ! Will also be translate in french, to be in my other book] Here are some one-shots about Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Most of them will be based on the BBC series w...