Chapter Two; A case
“Johnnnnn” says a voice from the other room. The man in the armchair, well past his middle years, rolls his eyes and ignores the call. “Joohhhnnnn” the voice repeats, slightly annoyed. After the sixth or seventh time, John lost count, the man behind the voice pokes his head around the corner. “JOHN!!”
“WHAT SHERLOCK?!”
“....I’m-”
“Don’t you dare say you’re bored.”
“Bored” The man was above average height. His curly black hair was unkempt from days at home. He wore a challenging expression on his face.
“I swear I’m going to POUND YOU one of these days, Sherlock.” John says as he adjusts the collar of his jumper. John had recently came back from a date with a girl an hour or so ago. He had not told Sherlock.
“How was your date, John?”
“Wait, how did you kno-Nevermind. I don’t want to know.” The phone rings. Sherlock near flies across the room to pick up the phone.
“LESTRADE, TELL ME YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME. ANYTHING. A MISSING CAT. A UFO SIGHTING; SOMETHING. I’M BOOOORED…. You mean that one? The one that you directly forbid me from investigating? Well, you’re stumped aren’t you? Good work..” Sherlock slams the phone back on the receiver with an expression that can only be described as pure bliss. John looks at him with a puzzled, yet amused look on his face.
“Murder?”
“Serial murder. Get your things. I’ll explain on the way.”
As John is putting his coat on, Sherlock ties on his signature scarf. Sherlock goes outside to hail a taxi. John grabs his 9 millimeter pistol and walks out. “Just in case” he tells himself. He closes the door of apartment 221B behind him.
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Black eyes on Baker street.
FanfictionA string of murders brings Sam and Dean to the United Kingdom. A consulting detective and and his 'mate' are already on the case. Some of the chapters are short. There'll be a lot of them, though.
