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2019-11-19
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A Bit Not Good

Summary:

Sherlock is bored. We all know what happens then.

Notes:

Okay, so…. I have been feeling very anxious lately, and also I haven’t written in months. I have several WIP’s, I have no idea where to start, but I need to DO something or I will just sit around feeling anxious all of the time. So this little ficlet is meant to kick-start me. There will be more to come. This part is texting only between the characters. Pre-Johnlock, with a dash of Mystrade. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

 

Bored.

Can’t help you Sherlock, sorry

Bored. Bored, bored, BORED.

If you’re so bored, maybe pick up Rosie from daycare early and take her to the park, instead of bothering me. I’m at work, Sherlock.

Dull.

Yes, Mister Trust Fund baby, I realize it’s dull having to worry about paying the bills, but one of us has to do it. My next appointment is here, so find something to entertain yourself until I get home.

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Grant, do you have a case?

Grant?

Who’s Grant? Oh for fuck’s sake

Sherlock, you know damn well what my name is.

Irrelevant. Do you have a case for me?

No Sherlock, I can’t just magic a case for you out of thin air. Have you tried your brother?

Have you? 

I thought you didn’t do innuendo, mate.

That wasn’t innuendo, it was an honest query. Everyone knows that you and Mycroft -- indulge.

Sherlock, I’m married to him.

Indulge. Christ.

What? Isn’t that what married people do? Indulge in sexual intercourse?

Fuck me. You really are bored. John at work?

Obviously. 

You aren’t… I mean, this isn’t a danger night, is it?

I. Am. Clean.

‘Course you are. No private clients?

No.

Well I don’t know what else to tell you. Chin up, Sherlock. The holidays are coming up, the crime rate is sure to increase.

Can’t happen too soon. 

Gotta go, mate. Talk to you soon.

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If I don’t find a case soon, I swear I will throw myself off a building. At least then the tedium will end.

 

John? 

 

John??





Chapter 2

Notes:

Still sticking with the texting format here.

Chapter Text

 

 

John. I am sorry.

 

Please forgive me.

 

John.

 

John, please.

 

At the time I made that remark, I was not thinking.

 

Sherlock Holmes, not thinking? I don’t believe that for a second.

 

I was not thinking clearly.

 

Heroin, or cocaine?

 

What? No John; I am clean!

 

So you have no justification except that you were bored. Typical

 

Where are you, John?

 

On my way to pick up Rosie. Don’t expect us home for a couple of days.

 

John, really. I apologized. What more do you want from me?

 

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Trouble in paradise, brother mine?

 

Piss off, Mycroft.

 

No, I don’t think I shall.

 

What do you want? Besides Lestrade tied up and at your mercy, just like the rest of the country.

 

Sherlock, please. Don’t be vulgar.

 

What. Do. You. Want. Besides to gloat.

 

Whyever would I want to gloat? 

 

You warned me about getting involved, and I didn’t listen.

 

“Involved”. Is that what you are? How interesting.

 

What? Why? Why is it interesting?

 

Oh, it’s nothing, really. Gregory and I were just discussing something the other day. About how you seem much more relaxed and -- content, shall we say -- these past few months.



Well of course I am. I finally know who I really am, the final pieces of the puzzle have clicked into place, and Baker Street is almost as good as new again. 

 

And that’s it? There are no other factors to consider? Ones of a more… human nature?



As someone once pointed out to me… I don’t really understand human nature.



You’ve come rather far on that journey, do give yourself some credit. And don’t, as Gregory would so crassly put it, ‘fuck’ it up.



“Gregory”? I swear Mycroft, if you’re cheating on Lestrade, I will end you.

 

And what do you mean, ‘don’t fuck it up’? Fuck what up?

 

Stupid is not a good look on you, Sherlock. I am referring, of course, to your doctor.

 

I don’t understand. He’s left me, I’ve already ‘fucked it up’.

 

Always so dramatic. He would never leave you. He’s only just moved back in.



So where is he, then? I know you know, Mycroft.



With family, of course.



He has no family with whom he’s on speaking terms, besides Rosie.



Really Sherlock, do you even listen to yourself sometimes? You are slow today. Slower than usual.



Call me when you’ve finally figured it out.



I prefer to text.

 

Figure what out?



Mycroft?

 

Chapter 3

Notes:

The texting continues

Chapter Text

 

Grant, tell your toy boy I need to speak with him.

 

Oi! I’m not that much older than him, you berk.

 

Eight years, Grant. Almost a decade. If you think about it, when you were getting married for the first time Mycroft was just entering puberty. Gross.

 

What do you want, Sherlock? I’m busy.

 

Busy doing what?

 

Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m entertaining my niece.

 

You don’t have a niece.

 

Yes I do, Sherlock.

 

How old is she?

 

Turns three next month.

 

Rosie does as well.

 

Yes, I know.

 

How am I just hearing about this now? 

 

I don’t know what to tell you, Sherlock. Maybe you need to pay closer attention.

 

Closer attention! Me??

 

Yes, you. Isn’t it you who keeps saying he’s always missing something?

 

Yes, but - I don’t have time for this. I need to find John, and Mycroft is the only one who knows where he is.

 

Right. I heard about your little slip of the tongue. Or rather, slip of the finger. A bit not good, Sherlock.

 

After all this time? It’s been years.Why would he still be upset?

 

Oh my god. Isn’t that the same thing you said about Jennifer Wilson? Have you not learned anything since then?

 

Who’s Jennifer Wilson?

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Grant?

 

Fine. I don’t need help from either of you. I’m the greatest detective in England, it shouldn’t take me more than a day to deduce the whereabouts of John and Rosie.

 

By the way, I just recalled that you’re an only child. You have no siblings, so therefore you don’t have a niece. What are you playing at?

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I promise you, I will figure it out.