Ok hi :) this is my first Sherlock story so be kind. I love the show, I even think it's better then Dr Who which is saying something. I love Sherlock and John the are the weirdest friends which is what made me start writing this, so I hope you enjoy.
I don't own Sherlock, I'm just a fan of the show.
"Jesus!" I stared down into the bath and cringed.
"Sherlock!" I bellowed from the bathroom. All I wanted was a nice relaxing bath. I mean it is Saturday and we didn't have a case but no, the Worlds only Consulting Detective still manages to ruin my morning.
"Sherlock Holmes!" I yell, still no answer. Sighing I grab my towel rap it round my waist and make my way downstairs. I walk into the living room to find Sherlock with his legs over one arm of his armchair and his head resting on the other arm, eyes closed.
"Sherlock?"
"Mmm What?" He mumbled with a slightly irritated tone. "Can't you see I'm thinking?"
"Sherlock why is there a body in the bath tub?" I ask trying to keep my voice calm and even.
"Experiment." Was all he said.
Anger bubbled up. No John, stay calm it's only because he has no case and he's bored.
"Right. Well could you move it please. I want a bath." I managed to say without yelling.
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Why would I do that? It would ruin the experiment."
"Move it"
"No"
"Sherlock. I'm going to count to three if it isn't moved by then I with throw your skull away."
"I'm not a child John." He said then "You wouldn't actually throw my skull away would you?" He asked worriedly.
"Sherlock move the flipping body right now or I swear to god I will take your skull and throw it out the window!" My voice level climbed with every word until I was yelling at him. So much for staying calm, I thought.
"Your angry." He stated.
"Oh well done Mr. Holmes. You picked up on that did you?" I told him sarcasticly.
"Fine I'll move the body." He jumped up.
10 minutes later I sunk into a steaming hot bath and sighed. He's not too bad, Sherlock I mean, he's a good mate. He did move the body for me after all and I can't say I don't have enough excitment in my life.
After a bit I hopped out and made my way to my room. I wonder where he put the body? I walked through my door.
"JESUS SHERLOCK!" I yelled. I could hear him come running up the stairs.
"What?" He asked putting his head round the door. I pointed to my bed and glared at him.
"Well you told me to move him!" He said staring at me innocently with a slight pout on his face.
"Yeah but not into my bed you arse!"