Sherlock advent drabbles :D

Today's word is: Rome

"So," says John as they step out into the Piazza del Popolo on the first day of their holiday. He squints up at the sky. "Where do you fancy going?"

"Ooh, choices." Sarah looks around them and smiles. "I'm not sure I mind, as long as there's ice-cream involved."

John laughs. "Ice-cream?" he says. "You know, I think we might be able to get some of that around here. Just a guess."

"Well, that's a stroke of luck." Sarah grins. "Come on then." She pulls a map out of her bag and opens it. "I'd quite like to go see the Colosseum at some point, if that works."

"I don't know." John stares down at the map. "Is it close to here?"

"Hardly," says a voice behind them.

John nearly falls over in surprise. "Sherlock!" he sputters, turning around. "Jesus Christ. What on earth are you doing here? In Italy! We're in Italy for God's sake!"

The corner of Sherlock's mouth quirks upwards. "The local police called me over. I won't bore you with the details, but I'm headed over to the Villa Borghese. Coming?" He smiles at Sarah. "Hello by the way."

"Er, hi," says Sarah, sounding rather bemused.

"No," growls John. "No, of course I'm not coming. I'm on bloody holiday, Sherlock. With Sarah."

Sherlock sighs. "Suit yourself." He turns to head off. "We're staying in the same hotel so I suppose I'll see you this evening then." And with that, he strides away.

It takes John two whole days to fully calm back down.