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“Sherlock, can you ski?”, the detective inspector asked on the phone.
“Ski? Me? What a ridiculous question is that- ? Why do you wanna know this imbecile detail-“
John looked up from the newspaper he was reading, in curiosity. He would like to know this fact too. Could Sherlock, the great detective, actually ski? And yes, why exactly was this detail important to know? With a bemused smile John watched his flatmate arguing with-
“Geoffrey! I will not answer this ridiculous-“ there was a short pause. “Is there now? In that case- yes, of course I can ski.”
Sherlock hung up and looked over at is friend with a thoughtful look. “Can you ski, Doctor Watson?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Pity!” Sherlock threw his arms in the air, his phone still in his hand. The gesture seemed a tad dramatic for John’s taste.
“I am a decent enough snowboarder, though.”, John said. Sherlock sent him a look at that.
John, who decided to ignore it, asked, “Who wants to know if you and I can ski?” instead.
“Firstly Lestrade, secondly me.”
John raised his eyebrows. Sherlock just smirked.
“So, how do you know how to ski?”, the blogger asked.
Sherlock waved dismissively. “Wealthy parents, who like to appear sporty and stay in shape. We’d go skiing in France every year for a week or two. Rather annoying, if I am being honest.”
John chuckled at that… Sherlock on skis was somehow a funny image in John’s head… and of course this extravagant bloke would think it to be annoying. But-
“I still don’t understand why Lestrade wants to know this.”
“A murder, John!”, the bright smile coming along with this statement was a bit concerning. Another thing, that was concerning, was the way John’s stomach flipped at that smile. He shoved this little detail out of his mind.
“In fact- five murders! On a six-person chairlift. Six people enter the chairlift at the bottom, only five emerge at the top of the mountain. And those five are dead! Oh, this is brilliant, John! Get ready right now!”
With this, off he went, and John sat there, blinking a few times. Get ready for what now? Solving a crime in the mountains? While skiing? What mountains anyway? Was this even in England? He didn’t have one piece of proper ski gear…
With a sigh the doctor let his head drop into his hands. This would be a disaster…
But still… some tiny part of him was excited and wanted to go on a ski trip… with Sherlock.