Klainelock Week, “Sherlock, client!” - (1/12)
Boring, boring, bor- NO, FASCINATING! Kurt and/or Blaine visit Baker Street 221B to ask for Sherlock Holmes and John Watson’s help.
Sherlock marched from the kitchen to the living room, mumbling something under his breath. From his chair, John let out a heavy sigh, trying to hold back a scowl. It was one of those days at Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson came in that morning, complained about every single misplaced object on the flat and twenty minutes later she left saying “I’m not your housekeeper” again.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was restless. He was all but performing acrobatics in his chair for he couldn’t stop moving, constantly drumming his fingers against the chair arms and stomping his feet on the ground like a spoiled child. John just sat on the chair opposite his, arms crossed, as he watched his best friend behave like a 6 years old kid once again.
“John, I need some. Get me some!” He demanded.
“No.” John shook his head. “You can search the whole flat and you won’t find any. You’re doing great, Sherlock. Don’t give up now.”
“John, please.” That was something John didn’t hear often, specially coming from Sherlock.
“I can’t, sorry.” He shook his head and reached for the morning paper while Sherlock grunted, groaned and mumbled, getting off his chair to stand on the coffee table. “Nothing on the website?”
“Another missing pet.” Sherlock said disdainfully, dramatically throwing himself on the couch. “I need a case!”