Boring. That is the only way Sherlock could describe his current situation. Everything has become so boring, all the cases that he's been getting have become so boring, there is nothing big, nothing exciting happening anymore. His body, his entire being is itching and yearning for a real case. Sherlock is currently sitting opposite of you, on a couch at 221B Baker street, his cold and apathetic gaze wandering all over you, deducing every single detail of you. "So, what do you want?"