thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

…I’m going to go call Mycroft now.

John. Don’t you dare.

*casually reaches for the mobile*

Just figure something, we’re not playing Cluedo though. No.

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

We agreed cold turkey was good for you, you promis- *eyes widen and he folds his paper, scowling and gives a mild huff* Oh no, no no, we are not playing Cluedo. 

-he frowned again and crossed his arms- Why not?

No. I’m not getting into this and jus-

No.

That isn’t a reason, John. It’s either that or I go and rearrange your sock drawer.

…I’m going to go call Mycroft now.

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

We agreed cold turkey was good for you, you promis- *eyes widen and he folds his paper, scowling and gives a mild huff* Oh no, no no, we are not playing Cluedo. 

-he frowned again and crossed his arms- Why not?

No. I’m not getting into this and jus-

No.

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

What, you want me to wander around London, searching for lost keys and dead grandparents and… rabbits that glow in the dark! JOHN! -he buried his hands in his hair and pulled at it before fluffing it and looking up.-

I need my cigarettes. John… where are they? I need to smoke… -he tossed pillows and books and papers and discarded shoes, searching the flat high and low.-

You don’t need them, Sherlock. And you won’t find them either, it’s for your own good. We agree you remember? *picks up his paper and lets out a breath, opening it up and beginning to read* You paid everyone off anyways…*mutters idly and continues to skim through the articles*

Agreed what? When did we agree? John! Where are- no, never mind. I don’t need them. -he flopped down onto his chair, crossing his legs so his feet were underneath him.- We’ll play Cluedo…

We agreed cold turkey was good for you, you promis- *eyes widen and he folds his paper, scowling and gives a mild huff* Oh no, no no, we are not playing Cluedo. 

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

What, you want me to wander around London, searching for lost keys and dead grandparents and… rabbits that glow in the dark! JOHN! -he buried his hands in his hair and pulled at it before fluffing it and looking up.-

I need my cigarettes. John… where are they? I need to smoke… -he tossed pillows and books and papers and discarded shoes, searching the flat high and low.-

You don’t need them, Sherlock. And you won’t find them either, it’s for your own good. We agree you remember? *picks up his paper and lets out a breath, opening it up and beginning to read* You paid everyone off anyways…*mutters idly and continues to skim through the articles*

(Source: loyaldoctor)

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

It’s been a while since we’ve had a case.

I’m beginning to wonder how in the world Sherlock hasn’t managed to drive himself up a wall by now.

I would tell you, John, but I don’t think you would approve of my methods.

But you’re right. I do need a new case before my mind rots…

…I’m not quite sure I want to know why I wouldn’t approve.

*gives a soft sigh* Your mind won’t rot Sherlock, you’ll just be left with boredom, it’s completely natural. Look, if you want, you could take a look through these possible cases and maybe one will stick out. Or…yknow…ask your brother or something… *shrugs*

Ask Mycroft? John, that is quite possibly the most idiotic thing you have said all day. -scrunches his nose and looks through the emails before closing the laptop and tossing it onto John’s lap as he walks by- No, that would have been your most recent blog entry.

My mind will rot. It will begin to atrophy without proper use.

I need a case, John!

*sighs once more and rubs the bridge of his nose* Look, Sherlock, I can’t just magically cause things to happen yknow. If someone has a problem I’m sure they’ll let us know. *sets the laptop aside for the moment and shakes his head*

You’re being dramatic, Sherlock. I mean…certainly there’s something Lestrade can offer up for you to do or- *gestures briefly with his hands*

Or something! Just anything to make you cease your pacing about like this.

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

It’s been a while since we’ve had a case.

I’m beginning to wonder how in the world Sherlock hasn’t managed to drive himself up a wall by now.

I would tell you, John, but I don’t think you would approve of my methods.

But you’re right. I do need a new case before my mind rots…

…I’m not quite sure I want to know why I wouldn’t approve.

*gives a soft sigh* Your mind won’t rot Sherlock, you’ll just be left with boredom, it’s completely natural. Look, if you want, you could take a look through these possible cases and maybe one will stick out. Or…yknow…ask your brother or something… *shrugs*

It’s been a while since we’ve had a case.

I’m beginning to wonder how in the world Sherlock hasn’t managed to drive himself up a wall by now.

thepolicedontconsultamateurs:

loyaldoctor:

*nods, watching briefly over his shoulder from his chair before smiling briefly*

Ah, it’s fine. Whatever you decide is fine, Sherlock.

Good… good. -he nodded and set about nervously, remembering all the steps Lestrade had taught him and hoping he hadn’t deleted any-

*lets out a breath and picks up the paper, thumbing through it and skimming over a few articles*

You alright in there? Sure you don’t need help or-?