Not Bored Anymore

Crime is Afoot

Hello! Sorry that first chapter was a bit short. I just wanted to give you a teaser. By the way, if you're looking for some quick Johnlock smut, sorry but it's gonna take a while in this fanfic. But if you're looking for a bit of fluff here, some drama there, and a bit of gay sprinkled all over, then you're in the right place! Even though I live in America, I wanted to include more British slang, since British people say crisps instead of chips, or millimeters instead of inches. If you feel that some of the British elements weren't portrayed right, make sure to comment on it below. I take all constructive criticism. Thank you, and ENJOY!!

-Wholigan13

John

I rubbed my eyes, blinded by the sun as it seeped through the curtains. Sitting up, I let the blanket fall down to reveal my shirtless chest. I pulled the covers off of my body and stood up. I was still wearing my shorts, but it had been very hot last night so I had pulled off my shirt to keep cool. I searched through my drawers for a suitable outfit when the door opened.

"John, do you-" Sherlock was walking into the room, but stopped talking altogether when he saw my bare torso. He quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks burning with blush.

"S-sorry, I should've, um k-knocked before... just I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to a case?" He cleared his throat, and I smiled at his awkwardness. It was like he had let down all of his walls by just seeing my naked chest. I blushed a bit from embarrassment, and quickly pulled on a button up navy blue shirt.

"Yes, t-that would be fine. I'll be out in a bit," I said, buttoning up the shirt. Sherlock quickly nodded, then raced out of my room, shutting the door loudly. I chuckled. Did I just make Sherlock Holmes nervous?

Sherlock

I quickly shut the door behind me. My heart was racing, and I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself. I didn't even think about the fact that not everyone went to bed in their work attire. I found myself recalling the memory of John. His muscles had been very defined, probably from training to fight in the war. There were small scars on his chest and stomach, and I only then had realized that he was very tan for it being in the middle of January.

I decided that I should make some tea for us. That was what you were supposed to do when with other people, right? At least, that's what John did every morning. It was very rare that I was fully awake at this time in the morning, since I was usually in my mind palace. Today was different because Lestrade had sent me a text about a case, claiming it was right up my alley. He had sent the address, and explained that it was a suspicious looking murder. He wanted me to clarify on whether it actually was one or not.

I was excited to finally have a case. For a while, Lestrade hadn't needed any extra assistance, since most of the crimes had recently been small robberies or house thefts. It was mostly caused by a small group of thieves called the Sisterhood, much like the term Brotherhood, but it was different seeing as how all of the members were women. They believed it was their duty to show that woman could be just as successful as men, even at thievery. They always left their signature mark behind, which was a single hair clip that would lie in the same place they stole the item. Even though I had never participated in the investigation, Lestrade always kept me updated. I claimed that it was not worth my time, but it actually intrigues me how they rob houses and other establishments. They never set off any alarms until they had finished the job, always purposely triggering alarms by breaking a window or another piece of glass. They had once even set a small fire in a home, setting off the fire alarm, but they never made it dangerous. It was like they wanted to be known of, like they wanted to be feared. It was very interesting, actually.