Where on earth was John? The clinic was over-whelmed with children and the elderly all waiting for their flu shots and check-ups but John was nowhere in sight. Sarah was really starting to worrywhen the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said tiredly.
"Ah, Sarah, John said that I should call to inform you that he will not be coming to work today," a familiar voice drawled out boredly.
"What do you mean he's not coming to work today, Sherlock?"
"He has mononucleosis and is obviously too sick to come into work."
"Mono? Who on earth did John get mono from?" Sarah wondered.
"Me," stated Sherlock before hanging up. Really, Sarah was happy that John and Sherlock had finally gotten together but did John have to get mono have to be on one of the busiest days at the clinic?
"Bored," Sherlock whined in John's ear.
"Sherlock leave me alone. I'm trying to watch the tele," John groaned from the couch.
"But I'm bored," Sherlock continued to complains as his phone beeped. "Finally!" he exclaimed while reading the message. "Come along, John, the game is afoot!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I can't exactly go on a case right now."
"Why not?"
"I'm sick, Sherlock!"
"But I need you to come. Anderson's working forensics and he's an idiot. I need someone with at least half a brain to be there." Besides if you really wanted to come you would. After all, the body is just transport."
"I can't just will myself to not be sick, Sherlock!"
"If not that, then what?" Sherlock looked puzzled.
"Just go to Tesco's and buy me some ibuprofen, please," John sighed.
"Fine." Sherlock replied to Lestrade's text as he left the flat.
I cannot come. John has mononucleosis and I will not be taking any cases until he is better.
Lestrade's reply came instantly.
Mono! How'd he get that?
I gave it to him.
Sherlock's phone beeped again but he didn't bother answering it. He didn't have time for boring, mundane conversations with Lestrade. He had to buy John some ibuprofen so that he would be well again.
As Sherlock was leaving Tesco's, he spotted Sally Donovan outside a coffee shop.
"Hey, Freak!" she yelled. "I heard you gave Watson mono!"
"Yes, John has mono. Now, what do you want?" Sherlock cut Donovan off before she could speak again. "Never mind. I don't have time for this idiocy," he exclaimed before shoving past her.
By the time Sherlock got back to the flat, John was asleep. "Fine, you can have the medicine when you wake up," Sherlock huffed.
"You-hoo, Sherlock, I made tea," Mrs. Hudson called as she climbed up the stairs.
"Ah, perfect timing, Mrs. Hudson. Tea would be lovely."
"Really, you never drink the tea that I make you."
"Not for me, for John. He is sick and I need him well again so that we can work on cases."
"Oh dear, what does John have?" asked Mrs. Hudson worriedly.
"Pass me my phone." After she passed him the phone, Sherlock continued. "I gave him mononucleosis. Now I must dash. Molly has more fingers for my experiment," he called over his shoulder before closing the door in his confused landlady's face.
"Molly, where are my fingers?"
"They're upstairs. Congratulations by the way," Molly stuttered.
"Congratulations? Why?"
"Well, I heard that John has mono," she explained.
"And how is that something to be celebrated?" Sherlock snapped.
"I, um, I heard that he, uh, got it from kissing you, so you two must be together, so uh congratulations."
"Kissing me? Where on earth did your silly mind come up with that? John got mononucleosis from sharing a fork with me!"
"Aren't you and John going to help Lestrade find that serial killer, Sherlock?" asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Can't, John has mononucleosis, again!" Sherlock cried.
"Oh, Sherlock, were you two sharing cutlery, again?"
"Don't be daft, Mrs. Hudson. Of course we weren't. We were kissing."