The light at the end of the tunnel (chapter 2)Sherlock stepped out of the cab he was riding in and followed Lestrade across the park to the scene of the crime. John hurried to catch up with them. "So what actually happened then?" he asked.
"Well, some eyewitnesses say they heard this screeching, moaning sound from the sky, and then this police box came hurtling down towards them, flaming and everything. It's like one of those sci-fi shows. Very strange." They approached the police box, which was enclosed in a square of white tape with the writing 'police line do not cross' in large letters on it. Forensics were swarming all over it, taking samples of the paint, the grass, everything. A young, nervous-looking officer was taking statements from witnesses.
Suddenly the box creaked. "Everyone, step back!" yelled Lestrade. The door opened and out stepped a man and a woman. The woman was wearing a blue and white spotted dress, crumpled and slightly torn by the crash. The man sported a bow tie and a fez, albeit rather crushed. They were
The light at the end of the tunnel (chapter 1)Bam! Bam! Bam! The gunshots were coming from the flat upstairs. Dr John Watson sighed as he trudged up the stairs to 221b Baker Street, heaving the heavy bags of shopping after him.
"What the hell did the wall do to deserve that?" Watson exclaimed. The wall full of potmarks where Sherlock Holmes had been shooting at it all morning. "I'm" he twisted into a strange contortion and shot from between his legs "bored. I haven't had a case in ages." He tossed the gun away and started pacing the room.
John sighed. "Well, you could always go and get the shopping yourself next time, if you're so bored."
They were interrupted by Mrs Hudson. "What have you done to my wall? This is going on your rent, young man." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and turned away. "Anything on the website?"
Sherlock picked up his laptop and turned it round to face John. "Somebody thinks their husband's having an affair. No? Don't fancy doing that? Then there's always a m