"John?" Sherlock asked walking into the flat he and his friend John Watson shared.
"Yes Sherlock?" John asked
"How attached are you to your white clothes…?"
"Why? Sherlock what did you do?!" John screamed standing up from his chair. 'Jesus... What did he do now...?' John thought to himself looking at his flat mate
"Well, remember how we talked about how I wasn't helpful..?" Sherlock asked
"Yeah I remember. What does-SHERLOCK!" John yelled "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WHITE CLOTHES?"
"Well, there were some of my white clothes also…"
"What. Did. You. Do. Sherlock." John asked stepping towards Sherlock with each word
"… I did laundry and grabbed a half a load of whites from your hamper, and half from mine." Sherlock said looking at his flat mate. "I didn't know you owned red pants, John" Sherlock finished with a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Oh my God, you washed them with the whites didn't you?"
"Maybe…" Sherlock said looking towards the laundry basket out in the hall, which only contained pink clothes.
"SHERLOCK!" John yelled.
"I needed to wash my whites after an experiment. It solved the case John." Sherlock said shrugging and walking to his room, leaving a confused John in the sitting room trying to figure out how to explain this at the clinic.