A Study in Kitties
"Jawn where's my harpoon" Sherlock yelled as he hurried up to their flat
"How the hell should I know" John replied as Sherlock dramatically burst through the door
"What is that" Sherlock stopped suddenly
"It's a cat" John said fondly, stoking the purring kitten
"Yes, I can see that, but why is it in the flat" Sherlock glared at the little gray and white kitten
"It was hanging around the door, soaked and freezing, I couldn't just leave it there"
"Why not" Sherlock demanded "I hate cats, you know I hate cats"
John groaned and rolled his eyes "Well what was I supposed to do, kill it"
"Good idea" Sherlock pulled out his handgun and pointed at the kitty
"SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING" John yelled as he dove behind the couch, clutching the confused kitten to his chest "PUT THAT GUN AWAY OR WE'RE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN"
Sherlock scowled and sullenly put his gun away, grumbling.
2 weeks later
"Sherlock where's Muffin?" John asked as he checked under the couch for the mysteriously absent kitten
"How should I know" Sherlock smiled evilly behind the morning paper
"You've done something, haven't you" John accused
"Of course not!" Sherlock replied innocently "How could you think such a thing"
"You have! Why would you do that?" John wailed "I'm telling Mycroft" He grabbed his coat and ran out the flat to catch a cab.
1 week later
Sherlock opened his email and noticed he had a new one from John. He frowned, john hadn't spoken to him since the cat incident, and that meant no sex, which meant Sherlock was more grumpy than usual. He opened the email and quickly scanned through it, face going white. It was a picture of him when he was 17 curled up asleep on the couch with a Pillow Pet followed by: Get me another cat, or this goes on the blog. Sherlock stared at the photo for another moment before deleting it and, face still white as a sheet, went out to get a cat.
Sherlock scowled at the black kitten. It never shut up and Sherlock had reached the last of his patience. He grabbed the kitten and held it up to growl in its face "You, either shut up or go out the window, your choice". The kitten simply tilted his head and mewed once before it found itself flying. Sherlock turned, satisfied when a loud explosion rocked the street. He quickly ran to the window and looked down, seeing metal parts and pieces scattered throughout the street. "MYCROFT!"