I watched in amusement as his eyes darted between myself, seated calmly on the couch beside John, and my laptop that he had seated infront of him on the table. He typed in another word and pressed 'enter' and the frown upon his face brought a smile upon mine.
Sherlock Holmes was currently trying to hack into my computer.
"Surely you can guess my simple password, Sherlock." I mocked him sipping my tea. The glare he sent my way sent chills down my spine.
"You have a vast made up vocabulary of your own, so you are quite a hard egg to crack, my dear." He told me through gritted teeth. John chuckled beside me.
With a grunt of annoyance Sherlock got out the chair abruptly and tossed the computer into my lap. With a scowl in my direction he sighed.
"I don't have time for such trivial things, there are cases to solve, people's lives to save." He muttered.
Sherlock disappeared into the kitchen and her the clanging of object as he set up another experiment. John looked over at me confused and saw me typing away at the computer.
"So, Darcy." He began. "What is your password? Must be complex if even Sherlock can't crack it." I giggled to myself and turned to him.
"My password is Sherlock Holmes." I told him and laughed when I heard the crash of something breakable and the annoyed growl of Sherlock.
My pocket vibrated and I flipped open my phone to see a text message.
Bored. Change it again. -SH