Sonata No. 2: Allegro

'John?'

'Mm'

'I'm bored...'

'I know, you've been tapping your fingers for forty-five minutes...'

'Forty-seven actually.'

John didn't reply. Instead he pretended to be interested in the obituaries.

'John.'

'Sherlock.'

'Fancy a game of Cluedo?'

'Piss off.'

'Come on, I won't bend the rules this time.'

'No thank you, Mr Holmes.'

'Please.'

'No. The day you stick to the rules of a board game will be the same day that Mycroft admits that he occupies considerably more than a minor role in the British Government.

John folded his newspaper in half, slapping it down on the arm of his overworked armchair as he stood up. He did this wiith enough force to hint his annoyance, naturally.

'I can't get a minutes peace with you, can I?' The Doctor asked, scratching his forehead.

'And yet here you are.'

'I haven't got a bloody clue why. You're an annoying bugger you know.'

Sherlock shrugged carelessly, jumping up off his armchair and pacing over to the window. His violin was set down carefully. Gently, he slid his finger up each of the strings, longing to pick it up and play Bach or the like.

'Go ahead.' John muttered, reading Sherlock's ever-full mind.

The detective positioned the violin comfortably under his chin and began to play Bach's Sonata No.2- Allegro.

John sat back down in his armchair, not bothering to pick up his crinkled paper. Instead he crossed his hands across his stomach and watched.