Fic: 221B - Anderson, in the chimney, without his brain
Title: Anderson, in the chimney, without his brain
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.
Previous 221b: The shape of things to come
Today's prompt: horse
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Anderson, in the chimney, without his brain
“Perfect timing, you two. Anderson is again sharing his theories on how the murder was committed.”
John groaned and Sherlock looked like he might just turn around and walk straight out the door again. Lestrade grinned.
“No, it’s actually quite entertaining this time. You just have to block out his words. He looks like someone desperately trying to do hula hoop. Without a hoop. And failing spectacularly.”
John carefully peeked around the door frame and gave an amused snort.
“What is he trying to do?”
“He thinks the murderer came through the chimney.”
John laughed and turned around because Sherlock was suspiciously silent. Sherlock was also suspiciously absent.
“Where did Sherlock go?”
“Oh, he probably went to pester the suspect.”
“You already have a...? And how does he always know this?”
“Don’t ask me.”
An angry voice drifted down the corridor, “Fuck you and the horse you came in on!”
“Yeah, he found him all right. I better go and rescue the poor guy.”
By the time Lestrade had calmed the suspect down, there was a commotion coming from Sherlock's latest whereabouts, the room where the body lay. He rolled his eyes, “What now?”
Sherlock strolled back in. “Are you working at all? Anderson offered to quit. No loss there. You can let this one go, the murderer was the victim’s brother.”
Next 221b: Test run
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AN:
Today's prompt was 'horse'.
There should've been Monday Porn today, but I forgot my notebook with the 221B. You'll get the porn tomorrow. Sorry.
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