No Shit, Sherlock
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It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Groaning in aggravation, I plopped myself down onto the old beat-up couch situated in the living room of 221B Baker Street.
“Sherlock!” I whined as I threw my head back in irritation “I’m bored!”
“You and me both.” The detective agreed from the other side of the sofa.
We sat in silence for a minute, just staring at the roaring fireplace.
“Well don’t just sit there,” I suddenly cried, “Do something about it!”
“Like what?” Sherlock snapped in frustration.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius here, figure it out.” I shot back.
Another meaningless minute passed and I heaved a sigh of annoyance.
“Isn’t there like a case we can solve?” I complained as my gaze wandered over to the window.
It was there that I found my answer.
The streets were covered in a thick blanket of snow. The familiar bustle of London had been replaced by an eerie calm. It was much too cold for anyone to be caught walking outside – let alone committing a crime.
My thoughts then began to wander to my other favourite accomplice.
“Where’s John?” I asked abruptly, hoping that the doctor would be able to provide me with at least some kind of entertainment.
“Out.” The genius responded curtly.
I scoffed, “No shit, Sherlock. Where?”
However, before he could reply, something unexpected happened.
My lips slowly quirked up into an amused smile; It spread into a wide grin and soon, I broke out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
The detective stared at me as if I had completely lost it.
But, how could I blame him?
After all, it wasn’t every day you got to use that phrase in its most literal sense.
Too quiet.
Groaning in aggravation, I plopped myself down onto the old beat-up couch situated in the living room of 221B Baker Street.
“Sherlock!” I whined as I threw my head back in irritation “I’m bored!”
“You and me both.” The detective agreed from the other side of the sofa.
We sat in silence for a minute, just staring at the roaring fireplace.
“Well don’t just sit there,” I suddenly cried, “Do something about it!”
“Like what?” Sherlock snapped in frustration.
“I don’t know, you’re the genius here, figure it out.” I shot back.
Another meaningless minute passed and I heaved a sigh of annoyance.
“Isn’t there like a case we can solve?” I complained as my gaze wandered over to the window.
It was there that I found my answer.
The streets were covered in a thick blanket of snow. The familiar bustle of London had been replaced by an eerie calm. It was much too cold for anyone to be caught walking outside – let alone committing a crime.
My thoughts then began to wander to my other favourite accomplice.
“Where’s John?” I asked abruptly, hoping that the doctor would be able to provide me with at least some kind of entertainment.
“Out.” The genius responded curtly.
I scoffed, “No shit, Sherlock. Where?”
However, before he could reply, something unexpected happened.
My lips slowly quirked up into an amused smile; It spread into a wide grin and soon, I broke out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
The detective stared at me as if I had completely lost it.
But, how could I blame him?
After all, it wasn’t every day you got to use that phrase in its most literal sense.