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Chapter 5

Lestrade went and I was left with Sherlock lying silently on the sofa. He had changed now, dressed in a charcoal suit with a purple shirt on, my favourite one. Is it kind of odd to have a favourite outfit on your housemate? No, girls do it so why cant guys?

I was feeling a little impatient. A friend had just been killed, I wanted to be out there getting the guy who did this and yet Sherlock was showing no intention of moving. I cleared my throat two or three times to try and get his attention.

"What?" he said finally. I had clearly interrupted his train of thought because he was slightly annoyed with me.

"So what's the plan of action?" He laughed.

"Plan of action? What are you John superman?" I was slightly hurt at this remark but I had taught myself to get over any insults Sherlock threw my way. "There is no plan of action." I think the expression on my face said it all as Sherlock had to explain, "I need to know who has an alibi and who doesn't so that I do not waste my time interviewing the innocent when I could be catching the guilty. I told Lestrade to find out all the alibis and text them to me before he actually did any of that pointless police work. He will do as he's told but it will take time. In this time I can sit and decide how this is going to go." As it was obvious I wasn't going to be any use to him until he needed me to get his mobile phone and read the text Lestrade will send him, I went to my room and started to write up this adventure as my next blog entry. I considered what I would name it. 'The Battlefield of London' sounded good for now, although I would almost definitely change it. As I discovered Sherlock actually read these things, I tried not to be as harsh as I was with 'The Study in Pink'. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the fact he knew so little about the solar system. And yet it was such simple stuff it was amazing he didn't know!

"JOHN!" I jumped awake. I must have dosed off. "JOHN!" I heard again. I got up and went into the living room. Sherlock hadn't moved.

"Where is it?"

"Pocket." He ever so slightly jolted his head to the right to indicate which one. I put my hand in and pulled out his mobile. 1 new text. I read out loud.

"'There were 5 other soldiers returning home on the bus with Rathebone. Neil Millburn has an alibi, so does Thane Winfield. Their families held big welcome home parties so there are at least 20 people to vouch for both of them. Bart Roberts was at home with his wife, but Owen Tanner and Tanya Walsh don't have alibis. Tanner claimed he was getting ready to go to his mother's. Walsh was at home, she has no family.'" I sighed it was always tragic when you here a soldier had no one to return to. I knew how that felt. Lestrade had left a personal note at the end of the text. "'Please let me know what you are going to do now, don't wonder off! Lestrade.' So what do we do know?" I asked. Sherlock suddenly burst into action, jumping up, grabbing his coat and scarf. He turned to me.

"Coming?"

I picked up my coat and we took a taxi to Scotland Yard. The people at the front desk had learned not to try and stop Sherlock when he was on a war path and just let him wonder through the building as if he worked there. We had soon found Lestrade who had rounded up all the soldiers.

Description
Chapter 5

Lestrade went and I was left with Sherlock lying silently on the sofa. He had changed now, dressed in a charcoal suit with a purple shirt on, my favourite one. Is it kind of odd to have a favourite outfit on your housemate? No, girls do it so why cant guys?

I was feeling a little impatient. A friend had just been killed, I wanted to be out there getting the guy who did this and yet Sherlock was showing no intention of moving. I cleared my throat two or three times to try and get his attention.

"What?" he said finally. I had clearly interrupted his train of thought because he was slightly annoyed with me.

"So what's the plan of action?" He laughed.

"Plan of action? What are you John superman?" I was slightly hurt at this remark but I had taught myself to get over any insults Sherlock threw my way. "There is no plan of action." I think the expression on my face said it all as Sherlock had to explain, "I need to know who has an alibi and who doesn't so that I do not waste my time interviewing the innocent when I could be catching the guilty. I told Lestrade to find out all the alibis and text them to me before he actually did any of that pointless police work. He will do as he's told but it will take time. In this time I can sit and decide how this is going to go." As it was obvious I wasn't going to be any use to him until he needed me to get his mobile phone and read the text Lestrade will send him, I went to my room and started to write up this adventure as my next blog entry. I considered what I would name it. 'The Battlefield of London' sounded good for now, although I would almost definitely change it. As I discovered Sherlock actually read these things, I tried not to be as harsh as I was with 'The Study in Pink'. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the fact he knew so little about the solar system. And yet it was such simple stuff it was amazing he didn't know!

"JOHN!" I jumped awake. I must have dosed off. "JOHN!" I heard again. I got up and went into the living room. Sherlock hadn't moved.

"Where is it?"

"Pocket." He ever so slightly jolted his head to the right to indicate which one. I put my hand in and pulled out his mobile. 1 new text. I read out loud.

"'There were 5 other soldiers returning home on the bus with Rathebone. Neil Millburn has an alibi, so does Thane Winfield. Their families held big welcome home parties so there are at least 20 people to vouch for both of them. Bart Roberts was at home with his wife, but Owen Tanner and Tanya Walsh don't have alibis. Tanner claimed he was getting ready to go to his mother's. Walsh was at home, she has no family.'" I sighed it was always tragic when you here a soldier had no one to return to. I knew how that felt. Lestrade had left a personal note at the end of the text. "'Please let me know what you are going to do now, don't wonder off! Lestrade.' So what do we do know?" I asked. Sherlock suddenly burst into action, jumping up, grabbing his coat and scarf. He turned to me.

"Coming?"

I picked up my coat and we took a taxi to Scotland Yard. The people at the front desk had learned not to try and stop Sherlock when he was on a war path and just let him wonder through the building as if he worked there. We had soon found Lestrade who had rounded up all the soldiers.