It's cold and snowing at the Baker Street. Freezing.
John Watson was wearing the new jumper Mrs. Hudson offered him. A red with snowmen and green stripes.
Sherlock Holmes was reading a book. John looked, and sighed.
He's so bloody cute when he's peaceful...
-John?
-Yes?
-It's cold.
-It's winter.
-I require coffee John.
-Only if you ask in an another way.
-.....Please?
-Sure.
Sherlock was really bored. There wasn't any case for 1 month and half ago. John confiscated his gun, and threw away all the nicotine patches.
All Sherlock had for distractions was his violin, but he had no inspiration.
-Here. Brought you a jumper.
-Thanks. What day are we?
-December the 1st.
-Dear Lord... Nearly Christmas..
-If you don't want, we can spend Christmas here, and not at your parents' house, nor mine.
-And what will we do then?
-Spend time together.
-Together? And what will we do? For instance, what will we do now?
-Snows outside. Wanna play?
-Do people play in the snow?
-You never built a snowman nor a fort?
-Maybe once or twice...
-Come on, get your shoes on, we'll play.
-What for?
-No cases, no inspiration, no nicotine patches, no --
-That's it, that's it I come. But your jumper is too small.
John gave a glance to Sherlock, and saw that the jumper was really too small.
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A Christmas in 221B
FanfictionSherlock is taken outside by John Watson, to, instead of playing in the snow, as John suggested, find a dead body with a note inside of the victim's mouth, hidden in the snow.
