Hello people of the internet. If you are not living under a rock you will probably know it is Christmas eve. So what can Sherlock Central do to celebrate. hmm. As a special treat i have written a special Christmas short story that is exclusive to this site! Here it is in all it's glory...
Sherlock: Christmas Coming - Part one
London at winter. It was one site to behold. Children whizzed around in reindeer costumes as their friends built snowmen in the gardens. At 221b it was a very different story. John invited all his friends over that he had not seen for a while for a Christmas dinner. Sherlock was disgraced. How could he concentrate when there were half a dozen drunk men laughing and cheering. Even though John insisted he joined them, Sherlock found more independent things to do.
"Come on Sherlock, they all want to meet you" John said to him
"I'm afraid"
"Of what?"
"Being distracted, losing my focus"
"You never complain when there is a party with Detective. Lestrade or Molly."
"Because they are not complete idiots"
"Just this once Sherlock. Its Christmas" He stared uneasy at John.
"Fine, but just this once" He huffed.
5 men gathered around the old wooden table. Waiting for impatiently for John to come back. When he arrived they all stood silent.
"So you're the owner of this place, eh what has it again..."
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes"
"Yeah, that's the one. Come to join us Mr. Holmes" He nodded. They continued laughing and cheering. Sherlock could not help but smile. A couple of minutes passed and Sherlock was already 'in the zone'. In 25 minutes he had drunken 5 bottles of beer and was nearly finishing a bottle of vintage wine he was saving for his friends at Scotland Yard. One of the men stood up.
"Do you need me to refill your cup Sherlock" he said
"No, Sherlock is fine" John interrupted.
"I'm sure just one more drink wouldn't harm the old fella. You can have one too John" He insisted as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine and filled up the two cups. Before returning them to Sherlock and John he poured a green liquid into both cups.
"Here you go lads" He said, giving them back "Drink up". All five of the men stared at them as they drank the wine. Johns vision went blurry. He couldn't remain focus. He collapsed on the floor before seeing Sherlock being dragged out the room into the boot of a car.
They both woke up suddenly. They were stuck to a chair with ropes. John saw blood dripping down Sherlock's calm face.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea" he said to John.
"Yeah, not helping" He replied. The five men walked into the dark room they were kept in.
"You. I trusted you. We were friends" John said.
"You should really check before you become friends with 5 of the worlds most wanted criminals" Sherlock said.
"How on earth did you know that?"
"They all have similar tattoos, the tattoos of the so called 'killer corporation'"
"The what?" John asked confused.
"Killer Corporation. Wanted in 20 countries for numerous crimes. Murder, torture, robbery you name it. When it comes to ruining someones day there the people for the job"
"You are very clever Mr. Holmes. Such a shame it will all go to waste" One of the men said as he walked towards Sherlock.
"What are you doing" John questioned the man.
"Putting all those surgery skills to good use". The man grabbed out a knife from his pocket and held it to Sherlock's neck. Without thinking twice he slashed the knife across it.
"SHERLOCK!" John shouted as his friend as he fell to the stone cold floor. Dead.
"Come on Sherlock, they all want to meet you" John said to him
"I'm afraid"
"Of what?"
"Being distracted, losing my focus"
"You never complain when there is a party with Detective. Lestrade or Molly."
"Because they are not complete idiots"
"Just this once Sherlock. Its Christmas" He stared uneasy at John.
"Fine, but just this once" He huffed.
5 men gathered around the old wooden table. Waiting for impatiently for John to come back. When he arrived they all stood silent.
"So you're the owner of this place, eh what has it again..."
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes"
"Yeah, that's the one. Come to join us Mr. Holmes" He nodded. They continued laughing and cheering. Sherlock could not help but smile. A couple of minutes passed and Sherlock was already 'in the zone'. In 25 minutes he had drunken 5 bottles of beer and was nearly finishing a bottle of vintage wine he was saving for his friends at Scotland Yard. One of the men stood up.
"Do you need me to refill your cup Sherlock" he said
"No, Sherlock is fine" John interrupted.
"I'm sure just one more drink wouldn't harm the old fella. You can have one too John" He insisted as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine and filled up the two cups. Before returning them to Sherlock and John he poured a green liquid into both cups.
"Here you go lads" He said, giving them back "Drink up". All five of the men stared at them as they drank the wine. Johns vision went blurry. He couldn't remain focus. He collapsed on the floor before seeing Sherlock being dragged out the room into the boot of a car.
They both woke up suddenly. They were stuck to a chair with ropes. John saw blood dripping down Sherlock's calm face.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea" he said to John.
"Yeah, not helping" He replied. The five men walked into the dark room they were kept in.
"You. I trusted you. We were friends" John said.
"You should really check before you become friends with 5 of the worlds most wanted criminals" Sherlock said.
"How on earth did you know that?"
"They all have similar tattoos, the tattoos of the so called 'killer corporation'"
"The what?" John asked confused.
"Killer Corporation. Wanted in 20 countries for numerous crimes. Murder, torture, robbery you name it. When it comes to ruining someones day there the people for the job"
"You are very clever Mr. Holmes. Such a shame it will all go to waste" One of the men said as he walked towards Sherlock.
"What are you doing" John questioned the man.
"Putting all those surgery skills to good use". The man grabbed out a knife from his pocket and held it to Sherlock's neck. Without thinking twice he slashed the knife across it.
"SHERLOCK!" John shouted as his friend as he fell to the stone cold floor. Dead.