The Long Jump

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Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Prompt: Olympics
Notes: Written rapidly for the twelfth day of the July Writing Prompts on watsons_woes

Follows on directly from Nothing Works Better Than A Cuddle

“The cavalry should be here soon,” Sherlock said.  “Those two will be okay together until they do arrive.  So with Moran out of the way I thought I’d see what I could find in the farmhouse before plod and his large boots obscures anything of interest.  If we cut across the field we can be there in no time.”

Molly looked back at John and Greg, who seemed quite happy together propped up against the tree.

“I’m not sure,” she began.

“They’ll be fine,” Sherlock interrupted.

“Not to mention that there’s what looks like a drainage ditch between us and that field and I am not scrabbling through it.”

“In which case you can follow the lane round until you find some way to cross it.  At school I was one of the best at the long jump so I’ll leap over.”

With that Sherlock took a run up and with a hop, skip and a jump he was clear of the ditch and had disappeared into what Molly surmised was a secondary ditch that had previously been covered in dead branches.  There was a crunch, a groan and sufficient swearing that Molly was confident that, although in some pain, Sherlock’s injuries weren’t life-threatening.

‘Brilliant,’ Molly thought, ‘now Christopher Robin’s fallen in the Heffalump trap.’