A/N- I couldn't help myself. I just watched the movie and Gods, the tension! Came straight home and wrote this short piece. I refer to them by last name because that is how they do most often address each other. Enjoy!

Warning- Implied male/male action

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Relax

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"Good Lord Holmes, will you stop experimenting on my dog? The poor thing's been resurrected so many times we're likely to be imprisoned for Black Magic." Watson gently prodded his pet. It didn't react, or at least, reacted less than normal and he wondered if his partner had actually done the dog in this time.

"Ourdog, Watson. And it hasn't been resurrected because I have been very…don't give me that look, ok, fairly…fine! I have been acceptably careful- by my standards so you stop that- not to kill him and I have succeeded in not doing so, so you can lay your fear at rest and stop glaring at me already!"

Watson rolled his eyes, but turned from Holmes to re-inspect his dog, who chose at that moment to lazily regain consciousness. Never fails, Watson though. However, if his dog ever did die he wasn't sure he could keep from causing some serious bodily harm to his partner. Well, at least he had the skills to patch him up afterwards.

"Oh and look! I have succeeded once again. Surprise. Though you may want to watch out for those authorities and all." Holmes lit his pipe, waving out the match and setting his feet up on his desk. He would never actually hurt their pet. He almost loved it as much as its other owner after all. Watching as Watson petted the dog, he puffed at his pipe. "So, who are we looking for?" Watson had just come back from some information gathering. It wasn't likely he failed.

"Not look for anyone. We have already found her. Bridget Scurrner, auburn hair, brown eyes, she is currently holed up in the country. Not far from your brother's house actually. "

"Oh goodie. Maybe we can get an extra visit in." Holmes could feel a plan forming itself in his head and smile forming itself on his lips. Watson sensed it too. "We were cut short last time…"

"Yes, if 'cut short' is your polite way of saying that we were thrown out after your brother was convinced, through hours of lying, that we brought evil spirits in with us which were the source of the sounds! And that was the best alternative we had to get out of there!" Watson strode over to stand in front of his colleague, plucking the pipe from his mouth.

"Well don't blame me for that, I had nothing to do with the moans that kept the maids awake now did I?" If looks could kill, he would be prayed for and buried already. "Or, now maybe I did…" He made a grab for his pipe, missed, and casually picked a piece of string up off the floor instead. "Hmm, how'd this get here? Oh well, anyways I hardly remember the details. I doubt it matters."

"You know as well as me that the details matter the most and that you are at fault for my spiritual reputation getting smeared."

"Ah, yes. And what is a doctor without a spiritual reputation I wonder?"

"A death contract to most people." Watson stepped forward, straddling Holmes' legs. "So, I think maybe I should help remind you then, because details are so important to people like us."

Holmes was trying his best to concentration on the string he had found, but unfortunately, his system was considerably cleaner than it had been in weeks and the warm body pressing against his was much more interesting. When a pair of soft lips wandered their way up his neck and to his ear, the string was lost completely.

"Now, relax, I'm a doctor."

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A/N- not sure if you all would get the "cleaner system". Holmes is a drug addict, I think it was cocaine and sometimes morphine (correction thanks to Mouse), in the books and they did make references to it in the movie (I was very proud of them). Just clearing that up. Thanks so much mouse!, I had the feeling something was off.

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