Sherlock sat on the couch, cringing with frustration. "Bored!" He shouted as a bullet emerged within the circumference of a spray painted smiley face. It wasn't until two additional bullets were fired that the land lady, Mrs Hudson cried in shock.
John intently stared into the eyes of his current girlfriend. Speedy's was the perfect place to eat. Close to home and practically undisturbed...or so he thought. A quick flicker of movement caught his attention and before he knew it, Sherlock had introduced him to a new case.
Sherlock pressed against the curtain, peeking out into the streets of Cardiff. Along the path way that connected the rows of buildings, was people scattered into individual clutters. Most would look down blindly at the scene, however Sherlock saw only criminals and crimes waiting to happen.
John Watson arrived at the crime scene having barely finished morning tea. This proved quite inconvenient for the poor doctor as he observed the gory scene, causing a disruption in his stomach. Sherlock however, stood as graceful as a swan, obviously in his element.