A/N: Meant to do this earlier this week, but things came up and then a stuffy nose decided to descend upon me...here's the next installment! Enjoy :)

"Sherlock!" I called from his chair in the living room

"Now what?" his irritated response came from the kitchen.

"I need to pee."

"You just went to the bathroom an hour ago," he complained.

"Well now I need to go again."

"Can't it wait. I'm in the middle of something."

"I could just have John help me," I replied knowing that would make him move. John glared at me from his chair for getting him involved. Sure enough, Sherlock stomped out from their kitchen and pulled me gently up from the chair.

"When are you getting out of that sling?" he growled.

"Possibly another week John said. Depends what my doctor says when I go see him."

"Then therapy?" I nodded. "Can't happen soon enough."

"You're the one who insists on helping me 24/7," I chuckled. "I try doing things myself and you yell at me."

"Because you do things that move your shoulder."

"The doctor wants me to start moving it a bit so it doesn't get stiff."

"The doctor's a quack."

"John agrees with him," I replied as he helped me pull down my pants so I could pee.

"Sometimes I wonder about John's credentials as well," he drawled loud enough for John to hear him.

"Oi! I heard that!" John yelled from the living room.

Sherlock made a face in the direction of the living room before helping me pull my pants back up. I reached up to kiss him on the cheek.

"You need to chill," I said with a wink. He made another face as I rolled my eyes at him and walked back out to the living room.

"You know Sherlock," John said from the chair, "It could have been a lot worse. You should count yourself lucky all it did was go through muscle. The ligament it hit is reattached no problem and there doesn't seem to be nerve damage. Just think if it would have hit bone instead."

"Yea, what John said," I agreed.

"It has been nothing but the two of you ganging up on me for the last week and a half," Sherlock grumbled. "I do not care for being out numbered."

"Well then let me start doing things on my own," I replied. John rolled his eyes at me as we heard Sherlock start muttering things in the kitchen. "You can leave the flat you know. I don't need a babysitter."

"And who's going to help you when you have to go to the bathroom?"

"I think I can manage on my own. You're the one who insists I need help." He chose not to respond to that. I looked at John, "When's Mary coming home?"

"Um, shortly," John said looking at his watch. "She said she was stopping by the pub and then she'd be home. Said she had something exciting to tell us." Mary had started staying at the flat shortly after the kidnapping incident.

"There's probably a sale on her hair shampoo," Sherlock muttered from the kitchen.

"Sherlock!" I yelled looking at his form bent over a microscope on the kitchen table. I saw his eyes flick towards me and back to what he was examining. I continued to glare at him and he continued to ignore me. "Seriously, doesn't Lestrade have any cases for you?"

"He keeps turning them down," John answered much to Sherlock's dismay.

"They're not interesting enough," he said defending himself.

"Well there's going to be a case in this flat soon if you don't chill out," I said to him. He smiled sweetly at me before going back to what he was doing. "Ugh, John can't I take this thing off already?"

"How's your shoulder feel?" John asked as Sherlock huffed.

"Hurts, but manageable."

"You've been taking it off at night?" I nodded. "I don't see what it can hurt. Just don't pull too much on the stitches."

"That I can do," I sighed. "My elbow is more stiff than anything."

"Trust me, I know," he said patting his own shoulder. "Flexing your elbow will help. Move it a little bit, but not a whole lot. It's going to be very stiff."

"Ok."

"Isn't that going to hurt those newly healed ligaments?" Sherlock muttered.

"I'm sorry, I must have missed when you received a gunshot wound to the shoulder,," John said rolling his eyes making me giggle. "You go to the doctor again tomorrow?"

"Yea. He's doing another scan and possibly taking the stitches out. I hope he does, they're annoying."

"Want me to take a look and let you know what I think?"

"If you want."

We were really just trying to get on Sherlock's nerves at this point and he knew it. So needless to say I was impressed that he was able to keep his mouth shut. Mary came home a few minutes later, purse on one arm and a brown bag in the other.

"Billy and George say hi," she said putting the bag on the kitchen table next to Sherlock who huffed at her. John and I smiled at each other. "They were testing the new equipment out so I brought home food."

"Did they say if they need help?" I asked sitting up hopefully. Sherlock glared at me before making notes and moving his equipment to the other table. There was going to be a stop to that if I had something to say about it.

"What's the good news?" John asked getting up to help Mary get plates out for dinner.

"First off, Mrs. Hudson said I could rent out the downstairs."

"Yay," I chuckled. I knew how much she didn't want to leave Baker St, but I knew her and Sherlock were close to killing each other, whether it be over me or John, but mostly John.

"Second off," she said, "My mum called. Her and my da are going away for a week and need someone to watch the house up in Silverdale. Mostly because of the dogs. She asked if I'd be interested and I asked if she minded I brought friends and well I think it'll be fun to get away for a while."

"I'm game," John said smiling at her.

"Good because they want to meet you anyway," she said winking at him. A look of dread spread across his face which I laughed at. "Charlie?"

I looked at Sherlock who shrugged his shoulders before nodding at her, "Sure, sounds fun. I could use a vacation."

"Great because I already told her yes," Mary said excitedly. "They leave Saturday, so they asked if we could be out Friday?"

"I just have to let the clinic know," John said. Mary nodded at him.

"You said dogs..?" Sherlock asked suspiciously. "As in plural?"

"Um yea. My parents raise bulldogs, "Mary said handing him a plate of food as I sat next to Sherlock at the table. "They just had a litter about two months ago, but they desperately need to get away."

"You're going to owe me," Sherlock stated looking at me as Mary handed me food next.

"Have you dealt with yourself the last few days? Who owes whom?" I asked giving up trying to use my right hand and use my newly freed left to eat. It was slow goings, but much easier seeing as I was left handed. "Besides, you're going to be stuck in a car with us for four hours, who do you think is going to need more of a break?"