A/N: this is the result of my friend,latonloverdg,and my random conversations! So here it is!
Sherlock felt someone roughly shake his shoulder. He lifted his head and looked at John, who was holding his gun. Before Sherlock could ask what was going on, he was silenced by Johns' hand covering his mouth. Sherlock gave John a questioning glance before slowly rising to his feet.
Great, thought Sherlock, the one time I decide to sleep and I get woken up.
Sherlock dragged John to the corner of his bedroom, "What is going on?", he hissed.
"There was a noise from the kitchen, I didn't want to check it out by myself,incase it was someone you had annoyed without telling me", John replied with a whisper.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at John. To think he was in the army, yet he was scared of a noise from the kitchen.
"Sherlock, please, come to the kitchen", John pleaded.
Sherlock rolled his eyes yet again but nodded. It had better be something good, he had just been woken from a very peaceful sleep. Filled with a dream about him embarrassing Anderson. Why did it have to end?
"Thank you", John breathed.
Sherlock and John tiptoed out of Sherlock's' bedroom, out into the hall. They paused outside the living room door. Sherlock could hear it now. It was an odd crunching noise. Slightly eerie, if you heard it on your own.
John looked at Sherlock and nodded once, "on the count of three", John mouthed.
One.
Two.
Three.
Sherlock and John opened the door and ducked behind Johns' favourite chair.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch, crunch.
There was another sound. The sound of something solid hitting a hard surface.
"Ready?", Sherlock mouthed.
John nodded, gun in hand.
Sherlock and John jumped out from behind the chair and stilled at the sight in front of them. Sherlocks eyes narrowed, he wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Whether he should tell John to shoot or not. Whether he should keep a straight face or laugh.
John was clearly having a hard time keeping a straight face. The corners of his mouth were threatening to turn up.
"Moriarty what are you doing in our kitchen?", Sherlock asked the consulting criminal whose face was covered in rage.
Moriarty looked up, shocked and slightly annoyed at being disturbed.
"Hi! Somehow I think that is none of your business", he chimed.
Moriarty turned his back to them and continued punching, the crunching noise started again. Bits of cornflakes flew onto the floor.
"Umm…what did cereal ever do to you?", John asked with a grin.
"It tasted funny!", Moriarty said continuing to attack it.
Sherlock glanced at John, "probably the result of my experiments", Sherlock sighed. He was having a difficult time maintaining his composure.
Then it happened. Sherlock and John burst into fits of hysterical laughter.
"So I feel ill and you start laughing? Thought you loved me", Moriarty pouted.
"Love you? The psychopath serial killer? As if", John said between laughter.
At this Sherlock laughed even harder until tears were streaming down his face,"Moriarty, consulting criminal and cereal killer. Coco pops will never be safe again", Sherlock spluttered.
Moriarty frowned, how dare they insult him? Moriarty punched the cereal one last time before making his exit.
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