John finds yet another of Sherlocks' experiments hiding in the fridge and he's not happy about it:
John opened the fridge in hopes of finding the butter to go with one of those newly baked buns the dear Mrs. Hudson had kindly made for Sherlock and him. But to the doctor's dismay, the immediate first thing he spots is a human heart bagged with ice that is placed right between the cheese and the leftover Chinese from yesterday.
Feeling the irritation building John idly takes out the organ and marches back inside the living room where Sherlock is currently to be found sitting in his favorite chair, texting fiercely on his smartphone.
John go to stand right in front of the detective, but his presence is not even acknowledged by Sherlock, who simply continues to text away. With a deep frown John holds up the organ.
"Sherlock, what the hell is this thing doing in the fridge?"
The doctor asks annoyed, but happy that he finally seems to get Sherlock's attention as the consulting detective finally looks up from the display of his phone.
"First of all, that is not a 'thing' John, it's a human heart. I would honestly have thought that you, as a man of high medical education, would be able to tell at least that much. Secondly, it's an experiment." Sherlock said in a matter of fact voice before returning his focus back to his phone, signaling that there was no more to talk about.
John would have none of that and ripped the phone out of Sherlock's hands, successfully gaining the attention, as well as a sound of protest from the detective, once again.
"I know it's a heart Sherlock, but we had a deal, remember? The fridge is for food ONLY! No more organs or limps in the bloody fridge!" John growled out, not able to hold back the slight anger he felt at the moment.
"But it is for science John! And I was bored!" Sherlock said, sounding rather childish.
"I don't care that you are bored Sherlock! Boredom is not an excuse to start shooting the wall or keeping organs in the fridge! I'm sick and tired of coming home after a long day of work to deal with these kinds of things I.. Arrg!" John threw his hands up in frustration only to slump down into his own chair and buried his face in his hands. The heart now left on the coffee table.
This time Sherlock at least had the decency to feel a little guilty. He slowly stood and walked towards John, whose head was still in his hands. Sherlock seated himself on the armrest beside the doctor and placed a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"Sarah giving you a hard time at the clinic?" Sherlock stated more than asked.
"You have no bloody idea." John mumbled tiredly.
"Dinner at Angelo's tonight?" Sherlock asked.
"Your treat?" John said, his head still in his hands.
Sherlock smiled. "Of course." The detective answered.
John lifted his head to see Sherlock smiling down at him and then returned the smile.
"Deal." The doctor said and stood to return the heart to the fridge before it would start to smell.