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Sherlock was bored. Well, bored didn’t even describe how he felt. To be honest, no word could describe how bored he was. It all started when Sherlock and John were chasing a murderer down a dark alleyway. They almost had him until Sherlock heard the man drop something onto the ground. The consulting detective tried to stop, but he was too late. Sherlock had several broken bones in his left leg. So here he was, in a wheelchair, in his flat, bored out of his mind. Suddenly he hears his phone start to buzz. He grabbed the phone and saw the caller’s name. ‘Lestrade, Finally! A case!’ he thought as he pressed the green button.
“Lestrade, What is it? Is there a case you can’t solve!?”
“No, I just wanted to congratulate you.”
“For what?”
“Getting rid of that cast.”
“Who said I got rid of it?”
"It’s Wednesday. Seven weeks since you broke your leg.”
Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. “Lestrade, how did you get to be a detective with a small memory?”
“Hard work. Did I get the wrong day?”
“No, Wrong week. It’s next Wednesday I get released from this...plaster prison.” He says as he slaps the cast. Annoyed that it started to hurt again.
“That’s too bad Sherlock, I guess I can’t be lucky every day. Forget I even called.”
“How can I when your voice is so...Revolting.”
“Be glad you’re not at the crime scene, I would punch you right in the nose for that!”
“Crime scene? You’re at a crime scene! Where!?”
“Sherlock, there is no point in talking about it.”
“Come on, Where!?” He hears Lestrade sigh through the phone.
“Camden. There is what looks like a double homicide.” Sherlock gets a wave of excitement. “Okay. When should I be there? Hour? Half hour?”
“With that cast on? No Sherlock.”
“Oh, stop sounding stuffy!”
“You need to stay at Baker street and heal up your leg. I have Donovan and Anderson.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Donovan and Anderson? I get myself half-killed for you and you reward me by giving those two buffoons my cases?”
“I didn’t tell you to get your leg in a cast.”
“Yeah, well, you asked me to catch you a killer. You got him didn’t you?”
“Goodbye, Sherlock.”
“WAIT! Lestrade, you’ve got to get me out of here! Six weeks sitting here in Baker street with nothing to do! John’s at work, Mrs. Hudson has already taken all my guns away so I can’t shoot the wall, I’ve read all the reading material here three times, and there is nothing on the telly except those stupid soap operas, and John has put all my equipment and my experiments at Barts! There is nothing to do here except look out the window at the neighbors!”
“Bye Sherlock.”
“NO Lestrade I- If you don’t pull me from this swamp of boredom I’m going to do something drastic!
“I’ll call you later Sherlock”
“Lestrade-!” He stops as he hears the detective hang up. Sherlock sighs in anger and tosses his phone onto the couch. Out of nowhere, he hears shouting coming from out the window. having nothing to do, he wheels his wheelchair to the window and looked out. He sees a couple across the street arguing. He can’t hear what of but he knew it wasn’t anything of great importance. Speaking of great importance, he had a terrible itch on his thigh. He tried scratching the cast, flinching as it hurt. The detective looked around looking for something to scratch it with. Suddenly, he finds a backscratcher, he quickly grabs it and pushes it down his cast, feeling the relief as he starts scratching.
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Still bored after 4 hours, he decided to look back out the window at the neighbors. He sees the husband of the couple who had been arguing earlier walk out of the flat complex to some pots of flowers on the sidewalk. ‘Probably grown by his wife’ He thought. He sees the man start to dig into the soil. A woman came out of the same flat complex. She looked at the man and started to panic.
“Sir I wouldn’t dig so deep if I were you. You’re giving them too much water.” This annoyed the man.
“Why don’t you shut up.” The man said as he turned to look at the woman, offending her.
Well! I do declare!” She said as she walked off. ‘Well, this isn’t as boring as I thought’ Sherlock thought as he smiled to himself.
“You know, if you keep staring out there, people are going to think you’re nosey” Sherlock turned around, alarmed by the voice behind him, only to see Mrs. Hudson staring at him.
“Hello Mrs. Hudson.”
“Hello dear. How do you feel? Any better?”
“Quiet bored.” She just smiled at the detective.
“John said you would be.” She said as she grabbed the thermometer.
“You don’t have to take my temperature this morning-”
“Quiet.” She said as she shoved the thermometer into his mouth. “See if you can break one hundred.”
“Could you make me a sandwich?” Mrs. Hudson smiled. “Only because you’re hurt dear. I’m not your housekeeper.” She said as she walked into the kitchen.
Sherlock turned back to the window. He saw the man walk back into his flat in a hurry. The detective heard a noise to his left, he sees a man open the window and give a key to a newlywed couple. “If you need anything, just ring.” The landlord said as he closed the door, leaving the newlyweds alone in the flat. As soon as they knew he was gone they embraced kiss passionately. After a few seconds, the husband stopped and looked at the door. He opened it and waved his wife over and they disappear. Sherlock looked over more to try and see what they were doing but couldn’t see them from the angle he was at. ‘What on earth are they doing?’ He got his answer a few seconds later when they came back. The husband was carrying his wife ‘bridal style back into the room. Just like the newlyweds back in the day. ‘Oh, old-fashioned. How dull.’ The husband carried her into a place out of the window’s view, a few seconds later he came back and closed the shades.
“Still staring out the window I see. Honestly, Sherlock, you’re going to get yourself into trouble with them if you keep that up.” Mer. Hudson said as she put the sandwich onto his lap and took the thermometer out of his mouth. “Still pretty high. I’ll keep an eye on you till John is off work.”
“Thank you Mrs. Hudson.”
“You’re welcome dear.”