Bored

[Sherlock Holmes]

I have enough restraint to do anything absurd like that. That's Moriarty's job. Murder is easy. Besides, I get to do the more interesting side of crimes--solve them. You needn't worry. I can't think of anyone I'd be willing to kill.

Though, even if I could, I'd be unlikely to tell anyone.

Aside from that, it's sort of my job to think about that. It also helps lull me to sleep sometimes when my head is spinning out of control and it needs focus.

You look around this flat and see random items arbitrarily scattered. I see potential murder weapons. If I work out in my head what sort of injuries the items would cause, I can better identify cause of death at crime scenes.

*shifts his look toward his examining face*

Am I frightening you?

[Molly Hooper]

still stares at him
If you want an honest answer: Yes, kind of. Why would you think like that? I walk around and see streets and shops and cars...I don't even want to imagine what you see...

[Sherlock Holmes]

Oh, I see streets and shops and cars, too. But I see them in the form of streets causing massive injuries when jumped upon from heights, shops as breeding grounds of jealousy, and cars as multi-ton death machines we take for granted. We just don't usually let them get to that point.

*sighs exasperatedly*

But they have their uses, I suppose. Without streets, it would be harder to get to places. Without shops, I'd have nothing to eat. Without cars, the streets would smell of horse manure.

Everything has its dark side. Everything can be injurious. But just as true, everything has its light side. You make a living slicing into dead bodies to find out what made them tick and what made them stop ticking. The difference between you and a psychopath is that you wait until they're dead. Because you are aware of how the human body works, you know just as well what it would take to stop it. Just don't let Moriarty near your notes. The amount of knowledge in his mind on that subject is vast enough--we don't need to add to it.

You're sweating.

[Molly Hooper]

I...I am?
wipes the sweat out of her face
Dear Lord, I'm sorry. It's just really...I don't know how else to say it...sad how you see the world. It's so beautiful and not cruel....

[Sherlock Holmes]

*puts hands together in thinking pose*

You misunderstand. I can--and do--appreciate the beauty of the world, from the majesty of the stars to the poetry of a bird in flight, but it's unimportant to my work. I don't need or want to understand them because understanding them would clutter my mind. I can only put so much information into my head, and it would be useless to learn about things that will never be necessary for my job. Unless someone is killed by a space-rock or by a squad of dive-bombing pelicans, it doesn't matter. On the other hand, the effects of hydrochloric acid on the optic nerve is potentially relevant.

*bored sigh*

How long does it take to get back from Hawai'i, anyway? John should be on his way, at the very least...

[Molly Hooper]

I'm sorry...I didn't want to annoy you with my talk. So where are Mrs Hudson or John?
smiles

[Sherlock Holmes]

Mrs. Hudson seems to be perpetually shopping today, and John didn't tell me where he was taking Sarah for the weekend. He's in Hawai'i. Even my brother's not replying to my texts.

[Molly Hooper]

Huh? I thought John didn't tell you. So how do you know he's in Hawai'i?

[Sherlock Holmes]

*Sherlock smiles. He is in his element.*

Simple. He packed his bathing suit and sunblock--obviously somewhere sunny. He's turned off his mobile so he doesn't want me to interrupt him--that says romantic getaway. He's even ignoring the possibility of a medical emergency here in the flat so it must be something serious. To my knowledge, he's only dating Sarah Sawyer, and therefore the two of them are probably on holiday together. Add that to the fact that John was given money by some of his army friends specifically for the purpose of romantic holiday two weeks ago and that the money contained in the letter was just enough for a two-week stay in Hawai'i, plus the obvious fact that I overheard Sarah mention she'd always wanted to go there and that John is a massive fan of the Jurassic Park films and it all adds up to a holiday in Hawai'i, probably the island of Kaua'i. I wonder if he's had poi yet.

[Molly Hooper]

Hm...I wish I would have a boyfriend like that. I bet Jim would've taken me there. NO! I NEED to stop thinking about him.

That sounds nice. I've never been to Hawai'i. I've always wanted to go, though, but my family didn't have the money to pay for it...

looks at Sherlock

You look mad. Are you mad at John or did I say something wrong?

[Sherlock Holmes]

I've always wanted to go to Hawai'i ever since those Hawai'i Five-O marathons Mycroft insisted on putting me through as a child. I wonder how accurately portrayed the crime rate is. I admit, I am slightly insulted that John didn't even consider inviting me along. Though to be fair, I did go to Belarus without him.

*shrugs*

[Molly Hooper]

I thought he went with Sarah, why would he invite you?

[Sherlock Holmes]

He did go with Sarah. But I'm his (bored) flatmate and, one would presume, his best friend. You'd think he'd have some sympathy.

But then again, it's his life and he's choosing what to do with his relationships.

*smirk*

I wonder if I can find Harry's number written anywhere. That should sufficiently annoy him.

[Molly Hooper]

Who is Harry?

[Sherlock Holmes]

John's sister. Short for Harriet, apparently. I've yet to meet her. I keep attempting to imagine what would happen if she and Mycroft met.

*wicked smirk*