Disclaimer: I do not profit from this in any way shape or form, I do not own Sherlock, the characters, or the idea. I am merely a teenager trying to have some fun in this oh so boring world.

A/N: OK, so I am currently in the middle of a story for the movie Inception which I really should be working on right now, but alas, inspiration has evaded me once again, so all the Inception fans are going to have to be patient while I treat all you Sherlock fans with this fic! IMPORTANT: I did not come up with this idea, it was inspired by Mr-X-Indeed's story, 70 Things Sherlock Is No Longer Allowed. I recommend you check it out cause this is totally based off that, honestly, that story takes no more than five minutes to read and it is hilarious! Just saying, here's the link, please check it out, but then don't forget to come back and read this! .net/s/6894044/1/70_Things_Sherlock_Holmes_is_no_Longer_Allowed Anywho, enjoy! I hope you get a good laugh out of this, cause I sure had a few writing it!

When at the station Sherlock has many rules and restrictions to follow. Lestrade, finally having been fed up with Sherlock's constant rule breaking decided to make a list, or, have Sherlock make a list, of all the rules set in place at, or away from the station.

It had been a very long day, and Lestrade was very much looking forward to a hot shower, and maybe a nice movie when he arrived at his flat. But when he turned the corner to his apartment he stopped in his tracks, because kneeling in front of his door, hunched over the handle, was a dark, shadowed figure.

"Hey!" Lestrade shouted, fingering his gun.

The figure lept to their feet, then seemed to relax, slumping against the wall.

As Lestrade got closer he found out why. "Sherlock," He grumbled.

"Yes Lestrade?"

"What do you think you're doing?" The DI was very obviously trying to stay calm and not hurt the man before him.

Sherlock raised his pointer finger into the air, opening his mouth to explain.

"The truth." Lestrade demanded, before the consulting detective had even uttered a word.

Sherlock let his hand fall back to his side letting out and exasperated sigh. "I was attempting to uh, pick your lock."

"Why?"

Sherlock leaned real close, speaking in little more than a whisper, as if what you was about to say was some amazing secret. "Need to know." He nodded, a mischievous grin on his face, As he backed away from Lestrade he tapped his right temple with his pointer finger.

"I am so sick of you always breaking the rules!"

"Not always."

"Always Sherlock!"

"Just, most of the time."

Lestrade flashed Sherlock a glare that would have sent the entire Scotland Yard running for cover, Sherlock however, didn't even flinch.

Pulling out his keys Lestrade opened his door, "Inside, now." He commanded.

Holmes shuffled through the door and followed Lestrade to a small desk in the bedroom. Lestrade pulled a slip of loosleaf paper from a folder and scribbled something on it, then handed it to Sherlock.

At the very top of the page, right in the middle, in small handwriting, was his name. Then, across the top line were the words 'Rule of Thumb.'

Lestrade shoved the pen into Sherlock's hand, "One rule, one rule that's it. Do you think you can manage that much?" The only reply he got was Sherlock's expectant gaze, so he continued, "You will not pick the lock to my front door."

Sherlock bent over the desk and scribbled down his rule of thumb, 'I am not allowed the pick the lock to DI Lestrade's front door.' He then handed the paper back to Lestrade so he could read it over. "Happy?"

"Very. Now get out of here!"

"Cope that Lestrade! See you tomorrow!" And with a cheerful wave Sherlock turned on his heel and made for the door.

Observe

It had been nearly three weeks since the incident with Sherlock at his front door and DI Lestrade was feeling pretty good, thinking his problems would be over. Well, one of this problems anyway.

That was before he found his front door hanging open and Sherlock ruffling through some files on his desk.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

Sherlock jumped nearly ten feet in the air, turning to look at the fuming DI. "I... will have a good explanation for this, in about two minutes."

"Sherlock, what was that one rule you were supposed to remember?"

"I should really learn to pre-plan excuses. That might be helpful, would sure save me from a hell of a lot of trouble." Sherlock trailed off to himself.

"The rule Sherlock!" Lestrade was loosing his patience.

"What? Oh! I am not allowed to pick the lock to DI Lestrade's front door." Sherlock recited.

"One rule, one! How hard can that be to remember?"

"Actually Lestrade, I did not break that rule."

"Then might I inquire as to how you got inside my flat."

Sherlock smiled happily, "I used a bump key!"

Lestrade was silent for a moment then shouted angrily, "That's the same thing!"

Sherlock's grin fell, "Oh, well I think they're completely different but..."

"Sherlock, get out of my flat."

"Yes sir!" Sherlock turned to leave but was called back by Lestrade's voice, "Sherlock."

"Jeez, Sherlock leave, Sherlock come back, you are going to confuse me Lestrade, whatever could you need now?"

"Give me that file."

Sherlock reluctantly handed the file over, huffing out an indignant sigh as he did so. When he arrived home he pulled out the paper marked 'Rule of Thumb' and scribbled on the next vacant line, 'Rule #2: I am not allowed to use a bump key to unlock Lestrade's front door, as this still counts as picking the lock.'

Observe

Obviously Sherlock hadn't learned his lesson, because it was not even a week later when Lestrade nearly ran the man over as he was entering his flat. "What the-! The door was locked!" Lestrade shouted, "How did you even-? Oh never mind, I don't care how you got in, get out!"

Sherlock didn't even bother with an explanation, he just turn tailed and bolted from the flat, all thoughts of the file had had been trying to get his hands on forgotten.

As he sprinted down the hallway, praying Lestrade cared enough about his career not to shoot him, Sherlock made a mental note to add Rule number three to his list, 'I am not allowed to enter Lestrade's flat at all, unless escorted by him'

Alright, this is all I have so far! The next chapter will be up ASAP, but a little feedback couldn't hurt, could it? Reviews are welcome, and keep a look out for the next chapter! Again, this is not my idea, thank you Mr-X-Indeed for allowing me to use your story for my own purposes! And please, if you haven't already, go check out that story!