"Who knows? This could be the most important case of the century, Sherlock, but you want to sit here watching day time telly commenting on how Fiona Bruce is having an affair with Tim Wannacotte." Shouted John from his room which was at the end of the hall. He picked up Sherlock's coat from the floor, which ended up there the previous night, and he walked down the hall. "SHERLOCK! If you don't get your backside off this sofa and get some clothes on then what happened last night will never happen again."
"Sshhh," replied Sherlock surfacing from under the mass of bed sheets and duvets.
"Sherlock are you even listening to me? This is your last ch-" shouted john as he was interrupted by Sherlock.
"No, no, no, this isn't good John. Grab my favourite suit and power up the motorbike, we need to leave now. WAIT! Before you ask any questions, I can't explain but John..." Sherlock stood up , took john by the shoulders and looked deeply into John's dreamy eyes and said, " I need you John, and here's a word that I don't say often... Please."
"John took a double take and slowly nodded his head then rushed into his room. He came out with Sherlock's best black suit and the keys to their motorbike. He looked around searching for Sherlock then sighed as he knew exactly where he was. John went into Sherlock's room and fished under the bed. The room was clean but untidy. The bed was made and had not be slept in in days; the desk had paper all over it but there was no dust anywhere which was mostly thanks to their housekeeper: Mrs Hudson. As soon as John had thought this Mrs Hudson popped her head around the door and said "John! I thought that you would have known better. I expect that comment from Sherlock but not you. For the last time I AM NOT YOUR HOUSEKEEPER!" and with that she flounced out and slammed the door. John thought that that was very strange because Mrs Hudson never slammed the door and very rarely shouted, but he was too concerned with Sherlock to care about such trivial matters. Oh God he was turning into Sherlock! Just then he pulled out the two suitcases and rushed out of 221B Baker Street.
