forum Love is an incredibly curious thing indeed. (Sherlock one on one) (Closed!)

Started May 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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John waited with curious look on his face before awkwardly glancing to his tea and taking a drawn out sip. Still feeling Sherlock’s gaze, he returned his eyes back his.

"Bored." Sherlock finally said.

“You need a case already?” He feigned shock. “Come on. I’ll write on the blog just please do not start shooting at the wall.”

"What if the wall deserves it?" Sherlock asked.

“I assure you it does not.” He sighed. “There. Look. We’re already receiving cases.” He turned his computer towards Sherlock so he could read the messages.

"Boring. Those I could solve in under a minute. I'm going to call Lestrade."

“Oh, come on. Not even the disappearing lamp shade draws some attention?” He laughed.

"That? Hardly. Idiotic." he muttered.

“Alright, well, tell me if he has a case. If you don’t mind, I’m going to rest my eyes a bit.” He said while walking over to the bed and laying down.

Sherlock dialed the number. No answer. He texted. No answer. Then, his phone rang. After a few minutes of angry shouting from Lestrade, there was still no case and a discouraged Sherlock. He grabbed a handgun and shot the wall multiple times, but even this bored him.

John bolted out of the bed at the sound first gun shot. “The bloody- I take it back, you know. I have not missed you.”

"Don't be daft, you idiot." Sherlock said, but it was an affectionate "idiot" that Sherlock only gave to John. "You missed me."

“I did. And I bloody hate it.” He blustered, putting his arms behind his head as he laid back down.

"What? I'm bored?" Sherlock said, flopping violently into the couch and shooting the wall again.

“Could you stop that?” He cried. “Would you like to go out and eat so you can observe people?”

"No. There is nothing of interest out there for me."

“Then what in the world do you want to do.” He complained, rubbing his temples.

"I want to solve a murder but there are no murders! What is wrong with criminals these days?"

Sherlock sat on the arm of the sofa. "BORED!" he bellowed.

“I swear I will kill you someday.” He sighed. “While your being bored I’m going to get some sleep. It’s almost midnight. I salute Greg for not murdering you tonight.”

"I guess I should get some sleep too, then." Sherlock said, heading toward his bedroom.

“You can take the room upstairs if you would like. I’ll move my things tomorrow.” He offered.

"No, no, it's fine."

“I can stay down here?”

"You don't have to. But feel free to."