What am I going to do with you?
John/Sherlock
Sherlock jerked up from his horizontal position on the couch. He looked around and saw John was asleep in the chair with his computer on his lap, open with a dark screen. Sherlock tried to remember what awoken him.
The dream had been vivid. He shook himself and ran his hand through his hair or tried to. Two large cat ears got in the way. He then felt a twitching at his lower back. He turned slightly, to look over his shoulder and noticed a long black tail.
Sherlock, who was always rational, remembered his latest experiment. Female Feline DNA. He stood up from the couch and looked down at John, trying to decide if he should wake him. He decided against it and walked into to the kitchen to get some milk to drink.
TWO HOURS LATER:
John awoke to a heavy weight in his lap. He looked down and saw two large black furry ears and a head full of curly black and the body of Sherlock Holmes. A black tail was wrapped around his wrist as the detective shook himself awake. "Meow" was the only sound that came out of Sherlock's mouth. He shook himself like a cat and looked up at John and said, "pet."
John looked down in Sherlock's eyes and slowly raised his hand to rub his head. Sherlock snuggled into his hand and purred. John felt more than heard the rumble from his chest.
"How did this happen?" John asked the cat detective. "Accident" was all Sherlock said. John rolled his eyes and kept petting the detective. Shrilly, a phone started to ring. Sherlock leapt from John's lap and grabbed up the phone in on fowl swipe.
Sherlock answered, "Hello." A minute voice responded and a conversation insured. Sherlock answered with small words and little interest until the person on the phone mentioned murder and foul play in the same sentence. Sherlock suddenly ended the phone and clapped his hands and jumped up and down.
"Up Watson, we have a case. "Sherlock shouted. His tail twitched, excitingly. John slowly rose from his chair and called out to Sherlock, "What about your ears?" Sherlock thought for a moment and responded, "Hat!" Was his easy answer. His tail was already wrapped around his thigh.
He grabbed a black fedora from the hat stand and smashed his ears under the brim. John laughed and said, "You look adorable." Sherlock glared at him and pouted. John just laughed and walked out the door of the flat and hailed a taxi.
By the time, Sherlock stomped out of the flat and climbed into the cab. They reached the crime scene. A dead body waited, surprise surprise. John walked in front of Sherlock to make sure to avoid Donavan's rude comments. Sherlock skirted the woman and headed to where Lestrade was standing.
The victim was a women of 20-25 years of age. "She was visiting a family member. Abusive ex-husband. Two children ages 1 and 3. An officer worker. Secretary. Ink stains and broken fingernails. Sleeping with her boss. Lawyer. Her body was dumped by someone who didn't care. No emotional attachment. Probably a convenient kill. She was walking home alone." Sherlock ranted out.
Lestrade just stared and then smiled. "Amazing," John and Lestrade said at the same time. Sherlock just shyly grinned. "Thanks for the help. Let me get Anderson's team in here and get the body out of here." Sherlock just nodded and walked away.
John smiled and walked away. They headed back to the flat and John made tea. But Sherlock only wanted cream, which they didn't have because Sherlock used it all one of his "experiments."
John grumbled his way down to the store and bought 100% cream. He stomped back up the stairs and all but slammed the bottle down on the table. "Do you want a bowl with that?" He asked sarcastically. Sherlock glared and said, "Actually yes." John looked at him closely and grabbed a bowl pouring half the cream in it. Then he set it on the floor. Sherlock smiled and leaned down to lap it up. John, now sexual frustrated walked away.
