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“Bored!” He whined, slumping, sluggishly over his chair. “ we haven’t a single good case in ages!” he leapt to his feet, pacing haphazardly.
“…Sherlo-“ John began, embarrassed.
“Bored!” , louder this time “ nothing but simpering, idiotic, ordinary nonsense!”
The client opened his mouth, as if to say something. Sherlock couldn’t bear another inconsequential word.
“ Get out.” he barked, not necessarily with malice or anger.
John looked in apologetic resignation at the man as he got up to leave.
Mrs. Hudson offered him a pat on the back at the door, “ sorry love, he’s lucky to have someone who cares so much. Don’t give up.”
The man’s lips pressed into a thin line as he ducked his head and trotted down the stairs.
John turned to Sherlock, who was physically engaged in skulking, in his chair.
“ Really?" he gestured towards the door.
“ What?" Sherlock asked innocently.
“ his brother Sherlock!” John exasperated, “missing!”
“Lucky” Sherlock shrugged.
John knew he wouldn’t win this if having too many times to count, you can’t change the “ most brilliant mind of humanity,” if he tried anyway, every time.
“ You can’t keep doing this, people will talk—”
”that’s all they ever do.”
“ we won’t have any clients.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes “ oh dear me! No more lost dogs are missing wits?” he glared at John. “ Whatever will we do?”
“ Sherlock, you can’t keep—!!”
The door swung open as Lestrade gasped in.
“ Maybe I can” Sherlock left up again giddy. Maybe something exciting has happened… Maybe somebody has died! He grinned like a child at the prospect of new toy.
“ a man…” panted Lestrade, “.. dead..” he brace his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
” how” John inquired
” we-huh-we don’t know” Lestrade stood up again.
” Finally!” Sherlock exclaimed, rushing for his coat, he slapped Lestrade on the shoulder “You’re a lifesaver Ed!”