Of Trust and Vices

Summary: A series of drabbles about our favorite Detective and Doctor…

Characters: Holmes, Watson, others…

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and company are property of Doyle…

Chapter one:

Files

"Watson!" I heard Holmes shout as I walked down the stair case towards the sitting one morning, "Where the devil did you put Andres Murder case?"

I sighed, cinched my dressing gown around my waist, and opened the door, or tried to. The door was obviously blocked from the inside. Grunting, I pushed with my good shoulder and managed to open the door far enough so I could slip through.

"Good heavens, Holmes!" I exclaimed in dismay. The room was a complete mess. Papers and discarded folders were strewn about in every which way. The carpet could not be seen. I waded through the ankle deep river of papers to the table and narrowly avoided a flying folder with contents spilling out. "Mrs. Hudson's going to be most upset, Holmes," I warned.

Holmes, who was wearing his purple dressing and leafing through a stack of papers, spotted a large pile of folders on top of the filing cabinet. In one swift, cat-like motion, darted his way to the cabinet, jumped onto a precarious stack of books and grabbed the stray folders. He let out an exuberant, "Ah hah!", but not before the books he was standing on shifted and collapsed under his weight. The hand he had been using to steady himself, pulled the other folders on the cabinet with him, and he landed with loud whumph, with said folder falling onto him.

I stared and then started laughing. Holmes scowled but the corners of his mouth quirked into a half smile. He stood, dusted himself off, and went into his bedroom. Bounding out of his room, with the folder under his arm, Holmes shrugged into his jacket and said, "I am off, Watson, I shan't be back until late tonight." and was out the door.

I sighed and glanced at the mess Holmes had left.

There was an indignant shriek from behind me and I quickly turned to see Mrs. Hudson, balancing the breakfast tray on one hip and trying to open the door. I relieved the tray from her and set it carefully on the table.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson." I sighed, "I'll get it cleaned up."

"See that you do, Doctor, or Mr. Holmes won't get any luncheon if he gets back in time."

Closing the door behind her, I made my way back to the table, and looked mournfully at the mess. I had a long day ahead of me…

Poor Watson, always having to clean up after Holmes…

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