Watson was shuffling up the stairs to his flat mumbling to himself yet again.
"I swear if I didn't go out shopping we'd be stuck eating those toes in the fridge! Can't he get off his bloody ass and get the groceries for-"
As John trudged into the living room he suddenly stopped talking because he just barely avoided getting hit in the head by the TV remote. It had hit the wall at such an immense speed that if he hadn't ducked, he would surely be in a large amount of pain. He stood there for a few seconds looking at Sherlock and back to the wall where there was now a dent.
"Oh come on, John. It's not like you almost got killed or something. At the most you'd get a bruise" Sherlock stated as he stretched across his chair in annoyance. John shuffled into the kitchen to put the groceries away while talking to Sherlock.
"Why? Just why?" John asked in exasperation. Sherlock sighed and let his head fall against the arm of the chair.
"Because I'm BORED! B-O-R-E-D!" he shouted. Watson walked over and dropped a bag of crisps in his lap.
"Yes, we all know you can spell. Now eat something. You haven't even touched any food since your last case." Sherlock threw the crisps back at John.
"I'm fasting." John rolled his eyes.
"I guess if you're fasting then you can't have any of the lovely chocolate I bought. I hid it somewhere and you'll never find it." Sherlock looked John up and down trying to find any clue on where he hid it. He came up blank.
"Please god don't say you hid it in your pants!" Johns head quickly snapped up at Holmes.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock rolled his eyes in irratation.
"I meant in your pocket. It'll melt there." Johns face turned a bright red.
"No, it's not in my pocket." Sherlock lazily stood up and dragged himself to the kitchen.
"You know, I'm starting to hate living with you. You're learning new ways to make me do things." John just sat there smirking.
"I love living with you too!" Sherlock grumbled something unintelligible under his breath as he tore apart the kitchen looking for the chocolate. John heard quite a lot of huffing and puffing coming from the kitchen. Sherlock was rummaging through the clutter on the counters, throwing letters, newspapers, invitations, books, and boxes everywhere. "Tell me where they are!" A paper flew here."You're fasting, remember Sherlock?" A book flew there. "Yes, but that was 2 minutes ago!" And boxes were everywhere. Suddenly the noises coming from the kitchen stopped.
"FOUND IT! Haha, John you're getting lazy with your hiding places." Sherlock nibbled on the chocolate in triumph as he happily strolled back to the living room. He then perched himself into the chair looking like a 6-year old who had found out that they were going to Disneyland. John laughed at how silly Sherlock looked. Before Sherlock could make a witty comeback about how his date went last night, Johns' phone went off. John started at the phone for a minute before looking up at Sherlock very confused.
I just got a text from your brother."
"Great. What does the queen want now?" Sherlock said while rolling his eyes. John bit his lip.
"It says that James Johnson has gone missing. This is a bit complicated, but he knows you will help the minute you hear the name." Sherlock slowly looked up at John with a hint of shock showing on his face.
"Hey Sherlock, why is that name so important?" John carefully studied Sherlocks' face, waiting for an answer.