Sherlock Imagine-Just Friends (Book 1)

Part 6

You opened the front door to your new flat at 221b. Sherlock was right inside, dragging the body of what looked like an Arabic warrior. Sherlock was out of breath as he came down the last couple of stairs.

"Made a new friend I see." you remarked.

"Do you think you could arrest him?" he asked.

"For what?"

He shrugged. "Breaking and entering?" he suggested looking up at you.

You sighed and pulled handcuffs from your bag. You helped Sherlock drag him to your police car. You dropped him off at the station, then returned home. You let out a deep breath as you dropped your bag on the floor of your bedroom then decided to go downstairs and see what Sherlock was up to after the events of the day.

You opened the door to find Sherlock in his one of his usual positions, sitting in his chair, reading. Your eyes were attracted to light dancing off of something that was hiding under his chair.

"Is that a sword?" you asked.

He pushed it further under his chair with his foot. "No." he replied, obviously lying.

"Sherlock Holmes." you said and went behind his chair to pick it up. "Is this from him?" you asked, referring to the man you had just taken to Scotland Yard.

"Possibly."

"Why can't you just say yes?" you asked as you took the sword into the kitchen. The papers and other things on the table had all been pushed to the side and a scratch mark looked as though that was what had done it. You took the sword and matched it up to the mark on the table. "What did he want?" you asked.

"Not sure." he answered.

"Why are you being so vague?" you commented, not expecting an answer as you dropped the sword off in Sherlock's room. You trudged back into the kitchen, hungrily looking around for something to eat. "Where's John?" you asked.

"Picking up some groceries." he replied flatly.

"Oh, good. I'm starving." you commented as you heard the front door shut.

John appeared in the doorway with his hands balled into fists.

"I didn't get what you wanted." John admitted.

"What? Why not?" Sherlock asked, wondering why John would have come back to the flat empty-handed.

"Because I had a row, with the chip and pin machine." John explained.

You snorted, trying to contain your laughter.

"You had a row with a machine?" Sherlock repeated, confused.

"How do you have a row with a machine?" you asked, coming into the sitting room from the kitchen.

"It wasn't working so I shouted at it." he answered. "Do you have any cash?" he asked.

"No." you replied.

"Take my card." Sherlock suggested.

Living at 221b so far had been an adventure, but you were unaware of the many adventures that you would get swept into.