"Secret stash secret- John! Where the hell is my secret stash!?" Sherlock was ripping through piles of books, papers, boxes, and whatever else was in the way of his precious request. John rolled his eyes and dashed to the crazed man.

"You promised, Sherlock! You promised both to me, and yourself, that you'd quit! Cold turkey!" He sighs, knowing there would be no stopping this train wreck in motion. He literally hugs Sherlock from behind, grabbing his arms and pinning them against his own torso to restrict him. Sherlock just growls.

"John, let me go! Now!" He struggled, blind with rage and withdrawal. "John, dammit, knock it off!" Sherlock grunted, trying as hard as he could to break from his restriction. John, unfortunately for Holmes, was still very experienced from war.

"You can fight," he began, "but you can't-" Sherlock finally broke halfway free and pushed John sharply, but not harshly, into a nearby chair. "...win." He cleared his throat and leaned forward, putting his head in his hands, arms resting on the chair. "Sherlock, you know we got rid of all your cigarettes."

"Yes, well... Then we must find some! Somewhere, anywhere!" Sherlock was now up and pacing, not able to stand still. John rolled his eyes.

"We've paid everyone off, remember?" John lifted his head up, observing the man. Sherlock stops and gasps, raising his head as if he's found the perfect solution. He starts pacing again.

"Okay. So, all I need is some sealing wax, thin paper- doesn't matter what kind, a-"

"Enough already, Sherlock! You're not getting a cigarette, and that's absolutely final! Now sit down!" John was pointing to a chair, staring at him sternly. Sherlock stopped pacing and looked at him. He gave an adorable, loving look, walking to to the man in the chair across from him.

"I love you, John." John folded his arms.

"That's not going to work anymore, Sherlock. I'm not that gullible... I only get fooled twice before knowing that trick!" Sherlock frowned, and leaned towards him.

"But I do! I really really do lo-" He gave Sherlock a look that literally said, I'm not stupid, you're not fooling anyone. "Plea-"

"No."

"Fine. Then find me a case!" Sherlock twirled a little, making his robe spin. "And don't bore me with it, this time." He picked up his violin, playing some sort of love song. John sighed, grabbing his laptop. He then started typing violently.

Even after 12 years, old routines are still never broken.