Quiet Evening? (Kaz)

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock lay on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused as her plucked the strings of his violin. There was no case to solve and no John. True his last experiment may not have been the best but that didn't mean that his blogger needed to spend more time away from him. At least Mycroft hadn't come over to tell him off about the experiment. Sitting up, the detective placed his violin on the table. What had happened to all the criminals? Couldn't they be so delightfully entertaining and commit some crime? Something big and clever, preferably. But it seemed that very few of those interesting cases would happen without Moriarty's finger prints. So were was the consulting criminal?

Walking towards the window, Sherlock pulled the curtain back and looked out at the not too quite London. The actress, Karen, had certainly drawn attention to Baker Street and the detective was not too impressed by it. At least it kept him out of the public eye, though. It was hard to be a detective when your name was written on the headlines. Drawing the curtain back into its original state, keeping the window hidden, Sherlock walked over the table and got out his own computer (John had taken his away with him for some reason). Nothing on the site.

"Something has to happen. Moriarty can't be fine with this absence of crime."

[/b] Sherlock muttered, looking at the wall. John had also taken his gun so the wall could not have another smilie face to keep it company and to give the great detective some escape from the boredom. Maybe there was some experiment that he could conduct. With that intent, Sherlock walked into the kitchen to see what chemicals he had stored and to see if any of them could be the cure to the dreadful boredom that had set in.[/blockquote][/blockquote]