"It was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen!"
John shook his head in disbelief as he took in Sherlock's bent over form and the way he was rippling with laughter.
"What did even happen?" he tried again, "You haven't been able to stop laughing since you came in."
As if on cue, another wave of laughter shook his lover's body.
"I've never seen you like this after a visit to Mycroft."
At that Sherlock straightened, only to start giggling again.
John tapped his foot impatiently, and Sherlock wiped a hand over his eyes and gave John a peck on the cheek. "When I came into Mycroft's office, I knew something was off. Anthea was reluctant to let me into the office, said there was important business Mycroft had to attend to, although she seemed conflicted, almost as if there was something she wanted me to know."
John frowned and shook his head, "Oh god, please tell me this isn't like the time you walked in on Mycroft and… Lestrade having sex in Greg's office again…"
Sherlock shuddered, then beamed at John again. "God, no! This is so much better!"
"Alright, go ahead then, tell me," John demanded, growing impatient.
"When I finally got into the office, Mycroft had replaced his wooden armchair with a giant pink gymnastic rubber ball!"
