exchange principle (Draft)

Exchange principle

After Magnussen, Sherlock was on high guard. It stands to reason that if he had been flippant, and dramatic enough to attract. "Fans." Then enemies, even arch enemies were a bonus. Things had gotten exhilarating, and the games was more in play now than ever.  

"John?" He broke the silence.  

"Eh, yes Sherlock?" Springing into action, with  an interested expression. It wasn't anything out of the blue.  

Sherlock did this often, but recently more than ever; since Appledore. He had slipped into sitting, and thinking. His legs crossed, his hands to his face with his head down.  

"What did you think of Magnussen?" John peered into thin air, as if he would see an answer he would take. Being Sherlock, "He was a bad man...you did the right thing." wasn't going to cut it, or perhaps it would?  

"Well, um."  

"As a person John."  

"Why do you ask?" He says pouring hot water into a cup of tea from the kettle. Usual woolly jumper primed for a well-earned day off. It was a strange thing, someone not turning up dead. Murdered in the most gratuitously violent and enigmatic way possible. Someone would have thought that murderers were showing off, trying to get caught. John still had some resentment about him actually shooting someone. It was a given, but him actually doing it. It scared him. Of course he had swallowed it, though it was obvious they weren't on quite comfortable grounds.  

"Well, he wasn't a nice man...was he. " Putting the kettle down, scoops the bag out. He brings it to his mouth and blows on it. "Was he." You could tell Sherlock was on board, but far too busy thinking to answer yet. Annoying but true, it's what most people would say made them not too keen on him; his arrogance. Which he couldn't for the life of him understand. As if he gave much as a thought about what most people thought. It wasn't clear how people were so put off by him. "Perhaps I'm just too much for simple minded individuals?" chuckling, rather amused by the idea.  

"No John, I'm not worried myself. It just makes sense to see how people, who can't see past their bubble, view the situation."  

John sipping from his cup, he swallows with contempt and opens his mouth, now relaxed. Decides to say something. The words, however, didn't somehow come to his tongue.  

"I'm bored." Announced Sherlock, slapping his hands to his thighs. Leaps up from his chair. With a deep breath he says, "I'm bored John." taking two paces, turns to look down at the chair. At where he sat.  

"Well, we can't kill anybody." John says sarcastically. "Tea Sherlock?"  

"Eh, yes." He drops his hands from his face.Sherlock stares blankly. "You know how I like it."He slowly brings his hands back up. Rubbing his head and face. 

"Ooh."John's face lit up. Sherlock was ready to pounce, suddeny interested in him. 

John pulls his phone out of his jeans, and starts to read hastily. A moment passes as the pair wait in anticipation.John looks up at sherlock from his phone, and opens his mouth.They look at each other in the eye. 

"...Well?" Sherlock snaps."what is it?" He rushes,exited to know whether his predictions were right."Is it a murder?" 

John breaks, unable to tease him any longer. "yes." He submisses.Trying to hold in his own guilty exitement. 

Sherlock snaches the phone off him, turns it around, and stares at the small screen. Extatic, he passes off the phone back to John, barely waiting before he darts of to his chair to get his coat. 

"Yes!" He vociferates. "Do you know what this John?" 

"A murder." 

"Yes, but more interestingly John." He digs, pacing backwards and forwards. He organises his things, barely containing himself. "A murder John, done in a court room, in front of a jury!"he stopes to breathe and savour the euphoria. With a deep breath, "Someone killed the judge! Nobody has a clue John."

Sherlock drapes his scarf around his neck and puts on his coat. Eager to leave he loiters around John.

"Forget the tea, we have work to do."

"Sherlock?" He whines,"Fine." putting his tea down. He reaches for his coat on the back of the chair.

"Are we ready?" Sherlock pesters.

"Sherlock I wonder about you sometimes." Says John, as if he didnt know the man very well. Sherlock was cold and logical. He didnt have freinds. Only John, but even then he wouldnt be suprised if he ignored him for days.

"When people die, they'll often do it boringly ;this is not one of those times.People die John, it's what they do best." He preached. "Now can we go, I'm iching for a good murder!"

"Yes okay, I'll get my things." Says John reluctantly, as if he wasn't exited himself.

The two get their things together. Ready to leave, they pour out the door clumsily, but eager to get out. Briskly leaving the building.

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The judge started to splutter and spit, making weaning coughs. His biliuous face intumescent. rocking before an audience. Shocked, toungetied, and disturbed. silence filled the room. not a word was wispered.

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Sherlock got out the cab, and looked back to glance at John who was paying the cabie with a note and some louse change. Politely he gave a small thin smile and waved him on. John looked Shrlock in the eye, as they gave each other a short nod. John walked up to Sherlocks side. both of them with their hands in their pockets.

"whats the situation?" John asked.

"Eh, nothing crazy. Just the police being useless as always." He says rolling his eyes.John takes a short breath and scrunches up his face."Aw, god here comes idiot with badge." He says gesturing to the police woman approaching them. Dressed in full florecents flapping her badge at unsuspecting people. Who probably didnt care much, but thought it would be best to apease her with a concerned and intimidated look, before shrugging her off and carrying on with their conversations. "Please dont make me deal with this idiot John." Sherlock says exaspirated by the idea of playing ball with a hopeless crime scene bod.

The five foot six'ish police woman stood frumpily in front of the pair. "This is a crime scene, so if you could let the profesionals do their job." she says patronizingly, grasping her badge and clippboard in her left hand, classping in tightly.

"Well thats clearly you out the picture then."sherlock says pinching his nose. Arogant as usual.

"How dare you, who gives you the authority to say that to a police woman?" she says leaning foraward with her lips persed, eyes scanning Sherlock. He, mechanicaly glares back, his eyes frozen. before John places his hand on Sherlocks sholder in  attempt to  divert his atention.

"We were called out." He says desperately trying to resolve the cituation. His  eyes, and voice grew dispondent. looking hopefully at Sherlock to say something to apease her. insteadantly they stared each other down.