-Cold
-I told you, it snows.
-I don't like it.
-Stop being grumpy and let's play!
John seemed enjoying these snow activities. He started to build a fort and preparing snowballs.
-For Heaven's sake, John, don't be so--
He said, before receiving a frozen snowball.
The heat from John's hands passed through his gloves, melted a thin layer of snow and transformed it into ice, and believe me or not, but when you receive such stuff in your face, it does hurt.
-JUVENILE!!!
Sherlock finished his sentence, rubbing his hurt eye.
-I WILL END YOU, JOHN HAMISH WAT--
Something unusual just attracted all of Sherlock Holmes' attention.
-Hey, what's wrong?
-John look.
-What? A snowman. Now what?
-It looks different.
-... Why does it? What is it Sherlock?
Sherlock approached the snowman, put his hand on the snowman's head, gave John a glance and answered his question.
-Ash.
-What?
-You heard me correctly. It's not even a snowman, it is a sort of ashman.
-It's not even funny Sherlock.
Even though John couldn't help but giggled.
But Holmes wasn't paying attention. His mind was concentrated on the ashman. He suddenly ran away towards the house.
-Sherlock!
No answer. Sherlock soon came back with a huge plastic garbage bag, that he put on the ashman, which was lifted, and carried on Sherlock's back all the way to 221b. Once they both came in, a confused John joined them.
-What on Earth are you doing?
Sherlock didn't listen. He took the creature out of his bag that he threw away, and tried to dig the ashman's face. John approached, and was petrified of what he's just seen.
There was a head. A bloody dead head, covered in dry, smelly and old blood. There was clearly a knife cut on the jaw. The eyes were wide opened, and also empty. They showed no emotion. Not even fear.
Sherlock didn't seem touched, or surprised. Like if he had to encounter such horror every day. He put on some plastic gloves, and opened the victim's mouth.
A note.
With a pen, on a piece of paper. The one who wrote it even made sure it'll get wrapped into plastic before being placed in the victim's mouth.
DID Y☺U MISS ME?
YOU ARE READING
A Christmas in 221B
FanfictionSherlock is taken outside by John Watson, to, instead of playing in the snow, as John suggested, find a dead body with a note inside of the victim's mouth, hidden in the snow.
