The simple things in life

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, Stephen Moffat and Mark Gatiss do.

Sherlock had finally had good nights sleep for once which meant I got one as well. I came down to have to make breakfast and as he wasn't on the sofa in his usual position so I assumed that the great detective was having a lie in.

"JOHNNNNN!" came a moan from the direction of his bedroom

"What "I called back

"I WANT TEA!"

"Well come and get it yourself"

"NO TEA NOW"

Unfortunately Sherlock decided to appear in the doorway just as I rolled my eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.

"I saw that now give me TEA!"

"Would you like anything to eat with that?"

"NO TEA"

"Ok, ok here you go" I said slamming it down on the table in front of him where he was sprawled out on the sofa, tea spilling over the edges and returned to the safety of the kitchen.

"Enjoy your tea"

Later when I entered the flat, weighed with shopping as we had run out of milk again and found Sherlock looking at me rather guiltily.

"sorry about this morning"

"I understand you just wanted tea but thanks, next times just don't shout. Oh and no more jars of eyes in the milk spot, you know that.

"Ok"

"Do you want tea?"