Sherlock Holmes - The case of the kidnapped crockery.
Rejoicing in the dappled sunlight coming through the glass window, Gladstone settled by the open fire.
"SHERLOCK!!!!!" Watson hollered.
"You set the books on fire again didn't you?"
"They were mistyped and deserved to be burned and the authors, don't get me started. What a load of rubbish they were! Finally got rid of that hat too. Damn press still have the photo though."
"They were my army diaries." Muttered Watson fetching a bucket.
"Well that explains a lot." Holmes murmured, stifling a small grin.
Watson strolled over with a bucket full of glistening water, sploshing out the sides and falling to the carpet with tiny splashes. Then with a look of mischief he flung the liquid contents over his eccentric companion.
"Oops." chuckled Watson.
Sherlock grunted with annoyance.
"Scared you'll melt?"
John refilled the bucket and for one second considered throwing it over him again but no. One wash was all Sherlock could take. With a hiss the fire was defeated, which didn't impress Gladstone much.
"Any new cases?"
"No just missing cats. When will people realise that my job as a police consultant involves more than tracking down Tiddles." Muttered Sherlock drying off.
Rising to his feet, Sherlock strolled in the kitchen. John attempted to salvage something from the ashes of his diaries, unfortunately there was nothing left but cinders.
"No, they wouldn't, they couldn't. But how?." Exclaimed Sherlock as he frantically searched the kitchen. Tipping over pots and spilling the cutlery. Growing more anxious by the second, like a cornered animal.
"Sherlock what are you talking about?" Asked John in confusion.
"The red shiny one that sits next to the breadbin."
"That one of your mother's? You said you hated that."
"Yes but it's where I keep my patches."
"In a teapot?"
"Yes in a teapot. Didn't you hear? I'm Sherlock Holmes of course they're in a teapot!" With that he rushed out the door. "MRS HUDSON!"
Pursued by John he began hollering at the stairs. "MRS HUDSON!"
"Sher-" John started but was abruptly stopped by Sherlock. "If you'd listen for a-"
"Hush John I have no time for stupid talk. MRS HUDSON!"
"Hang on, I made tea in that once. That's why it tasted so horrible."
"Yes that's why I said not to use it."
Looking both startled and confused, Mrs Hudson made her way to the pair.
"Yes what is it now? Are you two engaged or something?"
"No." Cut in John before Sherlock could answer.
"That's a shame you'd be so sweet. Anyway what did you want me for? If you've made a mess you clear it. I'm not your housekeeper you know."
"Has anyone been in our flat?" Interrogated Sherlock leaning forward and staring at her square in the face.
"No... Unless you count me."
"So it was you. Who put you up to it and where are my patches?!"
With a face of confusion Mrs Hudson, stepped back.
"Sherlock. I took the teapot! If you'd have listened I could have saved you all this bother."
Sherlock faced John with a look of sheer disappointment.
"It had a crack in it so I threw it away."
"When and where?" Said Sherlock with a glint in his eye.
"C'mon Sherlock just get some more."
"No way haven't you heard there's a credit crunch?" Turning to the door. "The game is afoot, John"