Sherlock burst into the flat, alarming John, and causing him to drop the fresh mug of tea in his hands.
"John, we have a case!" He shouted as the door slammed shut behind him.
"Not now Sherlock!" John grumbled in reply, "I have to clean all this mess up! Look at the state of the kitchen from your experiments! There are the bullet holes in the wall! I am the one who has to pay to fix them because you're too big headed to accept money for a case, and now I need to clean up the tea, which you just made me drop all over the carpet!"
Sherlock sighed. Why was John always so melodramatic? It was only tea for God's sake!
"John don't worry about the mess, we need to go! Lestrade's waiting." Sherlock said with urgency.
"Since when did you care if you kept Lestrade waiting?" John fumed. "Besides, I'm not coming; I have a date."
Of course Sherlock already knew that John had a date. He had figured it out this morning when he had found John pacing in the living room, smile spread across his face and phone clamped to his ear. John had laughed, causing his eyes to crinkle at the edges. Sherlock had known then that he was obviously talking to a female, most probably Sarah. Sherlock's eyes had focused in on the fact that John was fiddling with the cuff of his jacket as he spoke, a sure sign that he was nervous, yet excited. As soon as John had uttered the words,
"Okay, I will see you later," Sherlock had known that it was most definitely time to find a new case, even if it wasn't a Seven. He had phoned Lestrade, almost reducing to begging for him to find a case, no matter how meagre it was.
Now he just had to convince John of dropping his date and joining him on this case. It shouldn't be difficult. One mention of danger and he knew John would come running to him, he knew how he loved the thrill of adrenaline cursing through his veins.