A/N: I've posted multiple chapters

Sherlock woke up in the morning with the sun shining bright on his face. He snuggled into his rug, trying to shield his eyes from the sun.

Wait, what?

For the first time, Sherlock found himself on his own bed. Apparently, he had been sleeping (he checked the clock) for nine hours.

Sherlock jolted out of his bed, certain that the apocalypse had begun. He dressed up in high speed. He racked his brains to remember how and when he had fallen asleep. All he remembered was having some tea and talking to John, or rather, complaining about the lack of a case. He washed his face again with cold water, trying to remember.

His phone pinged with a special alert noise. Ugh. He couldn't deal with Mycroft right now. He stared at the screen. He was staring at a black screen with the keypad asking him to type his password. Sherlock was teaching John how to deduct passwords and Sherlock agreed to be the test subject. It began with only three lettered passwords and now they had progressed to lowercase, single word passwords. John's record time was one day three hours, but to be honest, case wasn't that difficult a deduction, especially when Sherlock kept saying it. Sherlock had particularly enjoyed that one. He typed in his password (no, not John Watson. Sherlock was romantic but god forbid, never cliché).

Good morning –MH
Sherlock scowled. He could literally hear the smugness dripping off Mycroft's voice.

I've been asked to not intervene today. I will not be available. Please do not wait your time texting me. Consider this a present – MH

Sherlock quickly replied:

Bad morning now. What in the hell are you talking about? – SH

I am not supposed to talk about it – MH

Then why text me in the first place? – SH

Oh, my. Your texting speed is impressive. But yet, do finish that tea which so occupies your left hand. – MH

You just like annoying me, don't you? And tell your assistant to cancel the appointment. He obviously is elsewhere occupied. Kept YOU waiting for fifteen minutes? – SH

Slipping, Sherlock, its only ten minutes – MH

Stop bothering me or tell me what in God's name you were talking about – SH

Finished your tea I see. Funny thing, Sherlock, I already have. Have a...nice day – MH

I'll figure it out myself, I don't need you – SH

Of course. Piece of advice. Learn to appreciate – MH

*Message not sent. Antarctica has blocked further messages from you*

Sherlock had had many bad mornings. This would probably replace the one currently in second place. God, he hated to be confused. He, Sherlock Holmes, slept for nine hours. Woke up to find Mycroft texting him and now Sherlock couldn't even reply! He called out to the only constant in his entire life in 221 B.

"Mrs. Hudson!"

No answer. Strange. She was here last night (Sherlock distinctly remembered her bringing some tea for him) and it was actually quite early in the morning. Where could she have gone?

"John! John!"

No answer. The house was eerily quiet except for the smiley on the face which seemed to be mocking Sherlock.

"I'll deal with you later" he growled.

He searched 221 B with the thoroughness he usually spent for cases. After a search which resulted in two broken glasses and one very scared cat, Sherlock noticed an envelope right on his mantelpiece. Best place to hide – plain sight. It read: Sherlock Holmes, He Always Works Alone.

He pulled out the knife to read the note. John's note, easily distinguishable scrawl. Why on Earth was John leaving letters? He could not stop the flow of deductions.

New, expensive envelope, one of a pack. Bought five days ago. Took his time sealing the envelope. Important to him then.

The conclusion was inevitable.

Did John write him a love letter?

Oh, dear Lord. (This definitely was the day he took the Lord's name so many times). Frankly, Sherlock did not know what to feel. While he was, against his better judgement, open to the idea of a relationship with John, (or in goldfish terms, loved John), he had no idea what to do. Should he pursue this and watch it going to ruins and lose his only friend?

Sherlock scowled internally. He sounded like a bloody teenage movie heroine.

He opened the letter, unsure.

If you are reading this, good morning! I hope you..um..slept well? Sorry.

Ohhhh. Completely different. Emotions are always a crack in the lens.

Well, anyway, since you've been pining for a case, I decided to do something about it. I've been surfing online last night and saw this ad for an Escape the Room game. No, I did not buy us tickets (If I had, you would have completed it in ten minutes and would then rant about how silly it was. I am not wasting my money for that). I realised you might like a treasure hunt though. So, I designed one. It's not that easy, I've had some of the best minds help me in this.

Sherlock scoffed. What other "best minds" did he know?

Every time you figure something out, you'll text me. You can't use your phone for any other purpose. (I've disabled your Internet connection last night. More like had it disabled). Your mind is your only weapon. And also, the labs.

So, here's your first piece of the puzzle. It's easy.

"Nectar for others, poison for you

All humans need it, so do you

You first clue is to find your first clue

To the thing that has puzzled you

Have fun Sherlock, it's all for you."

Treasure hunt? Interesting. It didn't sound so easy either. Maybe, maybe it could resolve his boredom. Well, at least it explained a few things. Like Mycroft's warning that he wouldn't help. Like Sherlock would actually take Mycroft's help. What it didn't explain however, was if John had gotten the idea last night, how did he buy the envelope five days prior? Must be for something else. It didn't matter. He had bigger things to think about.

First clue is to find the first clue. To the thing that has puzzled me. Sounded like a loop. Nectar for others, poison for me. Normality? Social interaction? Politeness? Diplomacy? Food? Exercise? SLEEP.

So, it was John who was responsible for his nine hour sleep. That narrowed things. He was a doctor. Only way – tranquilisers.

Sherlock Holmes, only consulting detective in the world, was drugged with sleeping pills. The tea! Mrs. Hudson was in on it too! He went to the kitchen and sure enough the cup was in the sink, staring at him innocently. He picked it up and sniffed it. That confirmed it.

Needless to say, I am not going to drink tea made by Mrs. H anymore – SH

Good morning, Goldilocks. Figured it out then? How? Pills, pretty guessable, but the tea?– JW
Why do people insist on saying good morning? Tea is liquid. Anyway, it was the cup. – SH

I washed it twice to remove all traces of the drug! – JW

Exactly my point, John. It reeks of dishwasher. Too much effort – SH

Well, I had my revenge anyway. The Hound? – JW

Yeah, alright, sorry – SH

Next clue is in where we keep the tea. Figured you should know at least that about our kitchen. The first puzzle is the beginning of a stopwatch. It was my way of getting to know when you would wake up without actually asking you. So, your text started your own stop clock. You have ten hours. Go! – JW

Thank you – SH

For the first time, Sherlock took Mycroft's advice.

A/N: Next chapter is also up! Do review!