Daily Occurrences

PART ONE

Chapter 1: Crayfish

CRAYFISH

John Watson smiled in relaxation, as he basked in the sun's warm light. He was sitting on a bench overlooking The Thames, accompanied by a very surly detective. John could practically feel the waves of irritation washing off of his companion. John reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at him. He was met with an icy glare.

"Please enlighten me, as to why you interrupted me during a high-stakes case, and dragged me to a soggy park bench in front of a polluted river?"

John rolled his eyes in Sherlock Homes' direction. Must we do this every time?

He sighed and laid his head back on the seat. "You have been in seclusion for going on 37 hours, and I know for a fact that you haven't eaten or slept during any of that, because I've been with you the whole darn time. The world isn't going to end if you haven't found your missing person by tomorrow. Now Sherlock, please before you go bounding off give me ten minutes of not following you around."

John heard Sherlock mumbling incoherently under his breath as he stood and stalked off.

He felt his stiff muscles slowly loosen. John wasn't worried about Sherlock wandering off. He wouldn't go far without-

"OUCH!"

John's eyes flew open and he leaped out of his seat. "Sherlock?"

John couldn't believe what his eyes beheld. Sherlock was down by the waters edge, dancing around like a mad man, and swinging his arms violently. The next thing john noticed was a small black blob that was getting whipped around on the end of Sherlock's finger.

"Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF!"

John couldn't hold in his laughter as he realized the great detective, Sherlock Holmes, was reduced to a shrieking school girl, by a small crayfish.

Chapter 2: Dagger

Dagger

Sherlock opened his eyes. His mind raced to catch up with his surroundings and he realized it was exactly 3 in the morning (according to the clock). That means it had been six hours since he and John had been jumped in the street by a gang of criminals. They had all been familiar faces, all people Sherlock had put behind bars for various offences. Apparently he was a great rallying point for friendships in jail.

Sherlock tried to recall all of the events that had happened.

Him and John had been leisurely walking back to Baker Street after a night out on a case. Sherlock had realized ten minutes in that they were being tailed. He didn't tell John, not wanting to concern him, but quickened his pace instead. Sherlock mentally mapped out the quickest way home in his mind, and sped off towards a alleyway, much to the annoyance of John. John had caught up to Sherlock a moment later, finding the shocked detective staring at a freshly bricked off wall. Sherlock turned to John with a slight flash of fear in his eyes.

"What is it Sherlock?" John had asked.

They had then been confronted by the gang that had been tailing them. Sherlock's memory was a little foggy at that. This surprised him, what had happened?

Sherlock tried to sit up, but he felt a sharp jab of pain in his abdomen. He realized he was in his room, surrounded by darkness. He reached over and flicked on his lamp.

And to his surprise, the light beheld John Watson dozing in Sherlock's desk chair. Then it all came back as Sherlock's sharp eyes found the bejeweled dagger placed not far away from John's resting hand.