"But where should I put 548 toothbrushes?" The lost consulting detective yelled following his best friend who was already wearing his jacket ready to storm out of the flat.

"I would tell you where to put them but you won't like my answer" John Watson yelled back before bursting out of 221B and slammed the door behind him.

He had enough for the day … no … he had enough till the end of the year!

He really needed a drink and place to stay for few hours away from this madness so he headed to the nearest bar.

He ordered his usual and buried his face with his hands.

A phone rang.. and rang .. and rang.

But it wasn't his.

He looked to the man sitting next to him to find him so stressed looking to the phone and frowning deeply.

"Leave me alooone." He muttered to himself.

The phone rang again, the poor man contemplated to pick it and finally gave in.

"For the love of god I need a break, I deserve a break, can't you just give me the space I need for once in your life?!" he was yelling and hung up with that, huffing.

He felt sorry for him.

"A girlfriend problem?" John tried to talk to him maybe he would feel better if he talked.

The nice man twisted his mouth with unease written over his face "No, I don't really think you would understand." He said.

Curiosity got the best of John "try me." He said with a smile.

The stranger contemplated for a while to tell him or not then decided 'why the hell not!' He sighed and said "actually it's my roommate, if it's even possible he's turning my already inferno life to hell."

John just stared for a minute with wide eyes.

Then he laughed, he burst out laughing with no ability to stop.

The stranger felt hurt "is it really that funny?" He asked looking hurt.

John whipped his eyes from tears and talked with high pitch trying to enter some air to his lung.

"Sorry, it's just … it's the same reason why I'm here."

He began to have the ability to suppress his laughter and offered his hand.

"I think we started wrong … Hi I'm John Watson."

The nice man with the glasses shook his hand and smiled "I'm Leonard, Leonard Hofstadter, a physician."

Two hours later … laughter filling the bar:

"You're kidding me?" Leonard screamed.

John shook his head and giggled "I swear he attempted to drug me for a case, yes he was wrong, but still this was his intention!"

They both laughed hard drinking their glasses.

"You know Sheldon and his girlfriend made experiments on me and my wife he even put things in my ice cones" he said and shivered.

"Why are we even putting up with them?" The drunken doctor leaned a little to the drunken physician grabbing his arm.

Leonard leaned closer "I don't knooow!" He said with high pitch.

They both frowned for a minute and then Leonard smiled "you know he broke his nose hitting to door cause he was too scared for me when I was in surgery."

John sighed "Sherlock pretended to kill himself to save me and the rest of his friends."

They both looked to each others, twisting their mouths and then smiled, knowing exactly why they still put up with them.

The two phones buzzed in the same time.

John sighed "murder."

Leonard looked to his message "well I know it's not in my hotel cause Sheldon is still complaining about forgetting his toothbrush"

John chuckled "you know I have more than 500 toothbrushes in my house."

Leonard only smiled "oh I wish it would be that easy."

They got up, shook their hands.

"Good luck with your conference."

"Good luck with your case, you have my number I would really love to hear from you again before I go home."

"Yeah maybe I'll bring Sherlock and you bring Sheldon and see who would survive."

The phones buzzed again.

They both smiled and left in different ways.