9 o'clock. And John still sleeps. He said TWO hours, not THREE.
BOOOORRRREED.
The detective started to think that taking it to the Morgue would be much wiser.
He then suddenly heard the sleepy steps of his loyal friend Doctor Watson.
-Good morning John.
-Good morning. You didn't sleep did you? John yawned back.
-Case, John, case! No time to waste on sleep! Holmes replied with a smile.
-*yawn* Sometimes I wonder how don't you collapse out of being tired.
Holmes mumbled something annoyed in response.
-Have to take it to the Morgue. 15 minutes?
-Make it 10. Said Watson, returning to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~# a few hours later # ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Nothing very interesting, huh? Asked John on their way back home.
-Well, as you might have noticed, that person was a frequent smoker judging by the yellowing of his teeth and his face that looked quite tired, even thoigh he had no bags under the eyes, no dark circles. He also worked a lot : we could see his veins on his arms. His fingers can also tell that he had a hobby, since there were small amounts of glue on the tips of his fingers. Replied Sherlock, not even paying attention to the streets he knew so well.
-I will never get used to it, will I ?
-It has been 10 years you live with me, and you're still fascinated. No, you won't.
They suddenly heard the notification ringtone of John's phone. He pulled it out, seeing that it was a message from DI Lestrade.
We've got something that might be interesting. Related to the case Sherlock talked about. -Greg
-When did you have the time to inform Lestrade?
- You said TWO hours, and you slept THREE instead.
-So naturally, you decided to inform Lestrade.
-Yes.
-At 8 in the morning.
-When you are a detective it is expected from you to be available at any time. What was he saying anyway?
-How--
-You checked your phone and suddenly started to talk about him.
-There's something for us waiting.
-Did he specify what was it?
-Not a single word about it.
-Come along then, John, this is getting even more interesting!
The famous detective caught a cab, and they soon arrived.
DI Lestrade was already waiting for them outside of the Scotland Yard building.
-I swear to God he'll drive us all insane one day! Greg shouted in annoyance and confusion, sipping some coffee out of his mug.
-Come and see! He invited them into his office.
On his table was laying an objet, neatly wrapped in some kind of white paper. And once again, these words.
These horrible words, that started it all : The great game, when Sherlock nearly got killed, the fall.... John Watson still had troubles in keeping calm whenever this event was mentionned.
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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.
