The Private Lives of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson

Chapter 3

"You bastard!"

"Hello to you too Detective Inspector."

He paces back and forth.

"Jesus Christ, Sherlock. I hope you realize the shit you put us through with this...this..."

"Yes. Not to say that you didn't deserve a little of it for the part you played."

He sighs exasperated.

"You bloody well know why I did it."

"It still hurt."

"Oh please. You know what was going to happen before I did. I know you and your brother concocted some elaborate plan that would make you look cool and keep the rest of us in the dark and on top of that, make us all look bloody stupid when you did show up again."

"Of course."

"Here is your tea and toast. Which you will eat and drink completely with minimum complaint."

"Yes John."

"Greg."

"John." Lestrade nods cautiously.

"How have you been?"

Lestrade seems a bit surprised by John's inquiry.

I needed to get the whole story of their encounter at my funeral.

It had to be fantastic knowing John and his temper.

I could almost picture Lestrade trying to apologize to John.

He must not have expected to get punched.

I smile and take a bite of my toast.

"Fine. You?"

"As well as can be expected."

"Must have been quite a shock then."

Ugh.

Useless chatter.

I tune them out.

I narrow my eyes as John brings Lestrade a cup of tea.

I knew my suggestion that they remained friends would come back to bite me in the arse.

Stupid, stupid!

"Well thank you for dropping by Inspector. That is all."

"Don't listen to him." John says.

"How much longer is he going to be laid up then?"

"If he behaves himself, it shouldn't be more than another week or so."

"Knowing Sherlock, I highly doubt he's going to follow orders."

"Why do you think I made them keep him a whole week in the hospital? This way at least I know that he won't reopen the wound. Well. With Sherlock it is still a possibility but I am hoping that he won't be stubborn about this."

"Stop speaking about me like I'm not in the room." I demand.

It was the least they could do if they insisted in stupid and unnecessary chatter.

"I have some cold cases you can take a look at."

"No."

"Yes. He would love to." John interrupts.

"I am the consulting detective. I choose what cases to take."

John was starting to grate on my last nerve.