John slicked back his wet hair, his eyes closed. Oh how he loved these quiet moments when Sherlock wasn't bugging him. Sighing, John shut off the water and opened his eyes. Another day was beginning at 221b. Just as John grabbed his towel and began to dry off, a certain eccentric roommate busted in.
"SHERLOCK WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU-"
"No time. Mycroft says he's got me a 10! It must truly be Christmas yes?!".
John watched his lunatic of a friend sort out his hair and did up his shirt cuffs. Water cling to the ends of John's short locks.
" Come on John hurry!"
Sherlock finally looked at his roommate realizing he had not been dressed. Sherlock motioned for John to go.
"Don't waste time John".
In his mind John was calling Sherlock all the nastiest words he could muster. Pushing past Sherlock, John went to get changed. Sliding on his jumper John instinctively placed his gun in its holster. Sherlock, of course was no where to be found.
"Sure go on without me Sherlock" John sarcastically drummed.
Turning when a knock came from the door. Opening it was Athena? At least that's what her name was the last time they had met.
Not looking up from her phone Athena walked into the flat and motioned for John to go down the stairs.
" Well hello to you too".
John scoffed as he made his way into the black car followed by Athena.
" But Mycroft.." Sherlock drawed out
John walked furrowing his brow at the sulking Sherlock.
" Well John, good to see you again" Mycroft turned towards the door.
"Pleasure" John began to take a seat.
"Mycroft why won't you tell me what you are planning. This case is boring.. so very boring. John, Mycroft is boring me. Must be the age catching up to him".
Sherlock bolted up, grabbing John's arm.
"Let's Go, there is nothing here for us. Just a waste of time as usual!"
Looking at his watch, John sighed. It wasn't even noon. Walking briskly towards the doorway or, in John's case being dragged, they both stopped when Mycroft spoke.
" Sherlock you can go. But John you need to remain here".
Sherlock Roller his eyes and took off without John.
"John"
"Mycroft? What is this about?"
Sighing, Mycroft looked at the floor.
"John, we have a mission for you".
