OK, finally, my first Sherlock story. Had this going round my head for a while. Now, thanks to CorvidCoccinelle, it finally has a title and is ready to go! So thanks :)
Disclaimer: Basically, Conan Doyle owns the characters, the Beeb owns this incarnation of them (and really needs to get them back on the screen sooner!) and I'm just borrowing them for a short period of time. I gain nothing from this, and the only things I own are the storyline and any characters which aren't in the TV series (and if you haven't watched it, then why the hell are you reading this when you should be watching one of the greatest TV shows EVER? sorry, I'll stop rambling now)
Just a quick note. Will this is just one big story, it's going to be split up into different parts. So, some parts will have a particular name, some won't.
Here goes then.
Part One, Chapter One - Going Out
"Come on, Sherlock, we're going out," John said firmly, taking Sherlock's coat and scarf and throwing them at him. "You've sat there for nearly eight days now, barely moving. Mrs. Hudson will throw us out if you make one more hole in her wall and I don't have anywhere else to go, never mind you."
"Out," John replied. "You'll see where when we get there"
"Don't want to."
"Look, you're bored and I'm going to go crazy soon, so we're going out before someone is locked up for murder."
John had had a feeling that this would be hopeless, but he had to try something.
"Come on, Sherlock, surely something is better than just lying around doing nothing?" John tried.
"Fine, I'll come, but only this once." He sounded as if going would make him bored to tears.
Grabbing his coat and scarf, he flung them on and headed to the door. Reaching it, he turned at looked at John.
"Erm, Sherlock?" John started.
John pointed at the grey pyjamas and blue dressing gown Sherlock was wearing under his coat.
"If you think I'd step one foot out of that door with you dressed like that, then you are stupid."
"Don't call me stupid!"
"They are God awful, now go get dressed. And be quick!" John called up the stairs, almost as an afterthought, as Sherlock just reached the top, having climbed them two at a time, as usual.
When he finally got back down again, ten minutes later, John was texting.
"OK, let's go."
"They're going out, sir," a voice said over the phone.
The man smiled to himself before turning to his companion.
"You have only one task, but that is important. Find out about Sherlock Holmes. I want to know everything. Favourite food, friends, shoe size. Right down to the number of hairs on his head."
"Easy, sir," they replied.
"This is Sherlock, he won't just tell you anything personal. You'll have to get close to him, real close. There is only one other this close. John Watson. He is not important. Just find Sherlock Holmes and once you have, stick to him like glue. Understood?"
Well? I really hope it wasn't too bad. I know it isn't much, but I've got the next bit planned and will write it on the plane this weekend, promise. So just give me a week. Or just over.
I won't demand reviews or say that I won't update unless I get a certain amount, but reviews are always nice. They brighten up a writer's day and can help us get better. And I promise to reply. It may not be straight away, but I will reply when I get the email. Honest. So, please, review :)
Oh, and a special cyber hug for anyone who got the A Fish Called Wanda joke - I can't be the only person out here who's watched it! If you didn't get it, and want to know what it is, then review/PM me and ask.