Intruder (221B)
Nov. 9th, 2011 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallhobbitFandom: Sherlock bbc
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Sherlock, Lestrade
Summary: Last week I asked for prompts and received the following: ambulance, balaclava, lovely, Peter Gabriel, smoke.
This led to the following, which asks more questions than it answers, but at the moment is all there is. Maybe, when I have finished some of the other things I'm writing I'll come back to it. I did manage to use all the one word prompts, the title is a Peter Gabriel song.
John Watson was woken up by the smell of smoke. His first thought was that it was breakfast time and Sherlock had forgotten the toast was on, again. His second thought, and the one that had him leaping out of bed, was that someone had set the flat on fire, again.
He rushed downstairs, pulling a jumper on over his pyjamas and hoping that Sherlock hadn’t left anything unpleasant in either of the shoes he was going to jam on his feet, to find his afore-mentioned flatmate leaning out of the window.
“Why would anyone call a private ambulance to attend to someone who was suffering from smoke inhalation? Surely the normal reaction would be to dial 999 for a regular ambulance?”
John took a look and added, “And why despite the smoke is there no fire engine?”
A voice behind them made him jump. “The very question I have been asking myself.”
John turned round to see Inspector Lestrade smiling at him. “Your lovely landlady let me in. I’ve had some of my lads watching that flat for the last couple of days. They told me someone had slipped in and out last night. Wasn’t you, Sherlock, by any chance?”
“Certainly not.”
“In which case, what is this doing here?” He reached under the sofa and picked up a balaclava.
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Sherlock, Lestrade
Summary: Last week I asked for prompts and received the following: ambulance, balaclava, lovely, Peter Gabriel, smoke.
This led to the following, which asks more questions than it answers, but at the moment is all there is. Maybe, when I have finished some of the other things I'm writing I'll come back to it. I did manage to use all the one word prompts, the title is a Peter Gabriel song.
John Watson was woken up by the smell of smoke. His first thought was that it was breakfast time and Sherlock had forgotten the toast was on, again. His second thought, and the one that had him leaping out of bed, was that someone had set the flat on fire, again.
He rushed downstairs, pulling a jumper on over his pyjamas and hoping that Sherlock hadn’t left anything unpleasant in either of the shoes he was going to jam on his feet, to find his afore-mentioned flatmate leaning out of the window.
“Why would anyone call a private ambulance to attend to someone who was suffering from smoke inhalation? Surely the normal reaction would be to dial 999 for a regular ambulance?”
John took a look and added, “And why despite the smoke is there no fire engine?”
A voice behind them made him jump. “The very question I have been asking myself.”
John turned round to see Inspector Lestrade smiling at him. “Your lovely landlady let me in. I’ve had some of my lads watching that flat for the last couple of days. They told me someone had slipped in and out last night. Wasn’t you, Sherlock, by any chance?”
“Certainly not.”
“In which case, what is this doing here?” He reached under the sofa and picked up a balaclava.
