"Sherlock," John signed. He looked at his flat mate, who was currently lying on the sofa with his back towards John.

"Yes?" Sherlock muttered lazily.

"Give them to me."

Sherlock smirked. "Give what to you?"

"You know what I'm talking about. Now, come on. I know you took them," John snapped, standing over the stubborn consulting detective.

Sherlock turned over before sitting up. He shrugged. "Do I? I'm not sure I do." He grinned as John glared at him. He stood, forcing John to back up, before he strode into the kitchen, towards his bedroom.

"Sherlock, I'm serious. Give me the cigarettes," John shouted, his patience visibly wearing thin. He followed his friend down the hallway. Sherlock entered the room, and slammed the door in his face. Stepping closer, he tried to force the door open, to find Sherlock had locked it. "I'll tell Mycroft about this!"

John could hear a bored "So?" through the wooden door and he thought of something else he could try.

"I'll tell Molly not to give you anymore body parts!" he called out. John smiled, as he heard a light thump, as Sherlock apparently jumped off his bed just before the door swung open, revealing a wide-eyed Sherlock.

"You wouldn't!"

John snorted. "Try me."

"I don't think you would."

John rolled his eyes, as he pulled out his phone and selected Molly on his contact list. He showed Sherlock. "See? All ready to dial." His finger hovered over the 'call' button. Sherlock groaned and hunched his shoulders.

"Alright! Fine! You win!" He went to his bed, and pulled the pack of cigarettes from underneath the pillow. He threw them at John and crossed his arms. "I hope you're happy."

"A bit, yeah."

"Well. I'm going to go back to being bored now."

"Yeah… you do that. Just… don't destroy anything."

Sherlock grinned. "Oh? why would I do that?"