Sherlock Fic: Forty Winks
Drabble written for July prompt #9 at watsons_woes.
Forty Winks
When John woke his wrists were no longer tied, but something was prodding his ribs.
“The circulation will have returned to your hands by now, so you can take this.” Sherlock didn’t look up from his phone as he held out John’s gun. “Lestrade has sent someone for Jackson…” He gestured toward the thug, gagged and restrained much as John had been. “…but Ross is still loose.” He finally looked up and smirked. “The game is on!”
John looked at his watch. Three hours of sleep. That would do him for the next twelve. He grinned and jogged after Sherlock.
Forty Winks
When John woke his wrists were no longer tied, but something was prodding his ribs.
“The circulation will have returned to your hands by now, so you can take this.” Sherlock didn’t look up from his phone as he held out John’s gun. “Lestrade has sent someone for Jackson…” He gestured toward the thug, gagged and restrained much as John had been. “…but Ross is still loose.” He finally looked up and smirked. “The game is on!”
John looked at his watch. Three hours of sleep. That would do him for the next twelve. He grinned and jogged after Sherlock.