Sherlock Prompt Fic

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Fandom: Sherlock bbc
Rating: G
Characters:  Sherlock, Watson, Lestrade, Anderson
Summary: I wrote the start of this fic The Intruder back in November.  Earlier this month I asked for further prompts and received: Salami; Sapling; Tea for Two; Pink Martini.  I now hope to write a new part each month, so long as the prompts keep coming.

“Oh, thank you.  I wondered where it had got to.”  And without another word Sherlock disappeared into his bedroom.

Lestrade gave a huff of frustration.

John was still leaning out of the window.  “The ambulance has left and someone must have put the fire out; I can’t see any more smoke.”

Lestrade’s phone rang.  He moved into the kitchen to answer it and John heard him making various curt comments.  He returned to the living room just as Sherlock re-appeared from his bedroom.

“Your birds have flown, rather than be flambéed then?” Sherlock didn’t seem surprised.

Lestrade glared at him.  “If your midnight activities caused any of this ...”

“Oh, I think that is highly unlikely, Inspector.  But since they have left, we might as well avail ourselves of the opportunity to inspect the premises.”

*****

Half an hour later John was standing in the hallway of the recently vacated flat, watching Sherlock as he wandered around, apparently aimlessly, humming to himself.  Anderson was investigating a chemical spillage in one of the rooms, Sherlock having declared that any child with a chemistry set could do the analysis.

Something brushed past John’s legs making him jump.  He turned, seeking to make out what it had been, and heard Lestrade call out “Anderson, did you bring your lunch today?”

“Yeah, salami sandwiches.”

“Well, there’s a cat that’s got its head in your bag.  I think it’s trying to eat them.”

Anderson swore and came to rescue his sandwiches.

Sherlock looked across and said, “Now that’s very interesting.”

“Don’t tell me, just because a wretched feline has taken a liking to my lunch, you have constructed a complete tree of a solution, with branches that tell you how everything joins together and leaves that describe all the little things that only you notice.”

“Very fanciful Anderson.  I don’t have a tree yet, although maybe a sapling.”  And with the swirl of his coat Sherlock left the flat.

*****

John didn’t see Sherlock for the next few hours.  Part way through the afternoon his phone beeped.  A summons to meet in one of the streets behind King’s Cross station.  He grabbed his coat, took a swift glance at the A-Z and headed out.  Reaching the street in question he entered it cautiously.  There was a stall that appeared to be selling hot drinks part way down the street and John realised that Sherlock was talking to the stallholder.  As he approached the stall Sherlock turned and John saw he was holding two polystyrene cups of tea, one of which he passed over.

“Mike says the person we need to speak to is Pink Martin.  If we hurry we can catch him just as he finishes his shift.”

And without waiting for John to finish his tea Sherlock was off again.

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