Chapter 1

Another one of these boring days again. Watson gazed tiredly at the screen of his notebook. Not even the reprocessing of the newest case of his eecentric flatmate could lighten his mood today. The rain was coming down in sheets outside.
But not even a fluff of Sherlock had been seen since the early morning hours.
Since Lestrade's call.
What did he want again? And also he wanted to talk to Sherlock alone ALONE! A wave of jealousy overcame him.
Watson took a look at his watch. It was already half past 6.
A loud beep. Watson woke with a start. His screen read: You have 1 new message. Sender: Anonymous.
Weird, Watson thought. He was about to delete the message. That didn't work.
What the...? The message had opened.
Watson's face went pale as death.
"Be at Trafalgar Square at 8 pm tomorrow. Otherwise not only your reputation will be damaged. Think about your friend snuffler. Believe me, I can and will ruin you. Enclosed a little proof of my seriousness."

With shaking hands Watson opened the attachment.
Contrary to all assumptions, his face got even paler.
Oh God! He had already anticipated that his alcohol consumption at the last New Years Eve party would involve him in trouble. But at that time, it was most important to him to stun the recent pain of separation.
The consequences were certainly of a very spicy nature. The incontrovertible truth was lying right before his eyes.
Sherlock and he, embracing each other tightly.
Sherlock and he, kissing each other passionately.
An unclothed Sherlock and -well, he definitely was attractive with his stringy muscles and- Enough already! Watson reminded himself.
His body temperature was already rising singnificantly.
Already feeling faint, he thought: What now?