As I limped up the seventeen steps that led to our living room I wished for nothing more than a warm bed to collapse wearily into. However I had promised my friend, Sherlock Holmes that I would wait for him to return, so instead I settled for my slightly less comfortable armchair. I lay back, not even bothering to remove my coat and shoes.
"Watson."
"I jumped at the voice. "Sorry Holmes, I mustn't have seen you when I came in."
"That's because I only just entered the room." His tone was cautious. "You've been here for an hour at least, judging by your half dried clothes."
"Mm... must've dropped off without noticing." I yawned. "Why did you want to see me here tonight again?"
"I didn't." He approached me slowly. "I wanted you to meet me at Simpson's for dinner over two hours ago. When you didn't show I assumed another late night patient was keeping you busy. "
"Oh." Yes, of course. Simpson's not Baker Street. I must have gotten confused somehow. "Sorry, must've... forgotten-" this word was accompanied by another deafening yawn "but you can tell me 'bout your new case... now... if you want..." My eyelids sunk lower.
"I was actually hoping to discuss the conclusion of my latest case." He was amused at something, though I really didn't have it in me to figure out what exactly. "I doubt you've noticed I even had a case given you've been working for three straight days now." I didn't respond as my head slumped forward, only smiled as the sweet serenade of a violin began.
"Sleep well Watson," were the last words I heard before I let myself be claimed by Morpheus's welcoming embrace. "You've earned it."
