Hey guys, sorry Ive been away for a while, Ive missed you all.
I love to write characters bickering, I'm not sure why, however I do promise that they will always resolve it in the end.
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It had all started last Thursday when Sherlock had 'forgotten' to go buy some milk whilst John was at work. It had gotten worse when Sherlock had out right refused to go buy the milk when John's leg was feeling particularly unsteady on the Friday. Now on Saturday they were both short tempered due to lack of tea, and Lestrade had just called them in on a case. John had been enjoying a nice lie in, even managing to ignore his annoyance with Sherlock and just enjoy the heat radiating from the body to his right, then that blasted phone had gone off and John was pissed.
Sherlock remained blissfully unaware in his state of sleep, while the annoying chime continued.
"Sherlock," John mumbled "answer the damn phone."
Sherlock shifted slightly, but his breathing remained even. John nudged him. He still didn't stir.
"Sherlock," John said more firmly, pushing against his shoulder at the same time, "phone!"
He must be doing this to piss John off now. He gave up and leaned across his slumbering lover grabbing the source of his bad mood.
"What?" he demanded, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Urm, John?" Lestrade sounded unsure.
"Yes, what?" John was not in the mood for this.
"Is everything okay? Where's Sherlock?"
"Sleeping. Lucky bastard. What were you calling about?" John demanded, finding the mundane questions increasingly boring.
"Okay, well we've brought in the people he wanted to talk to, he said he'd be here to interview them."
"I'm sure he did. He often says things and doesn't stick to his word, never fear Lestrade he will be dragged in kicking and screaming if need be."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary..." Lestrade trailed off, keen to get out of this conversation.
"We'll see. I'm sure I'll be seeing you shortly, Lestrade. Goodbye." John swiftly hung up, dropped the phone back onto the bedside table and brought his lips close to Sherlock's ear.
"Sherlock," he whispered, "wake up."
Sherlock mumbled sleepily.
John kept his lips by Sherlock's ear, but this time let out an almighty, "SHERLOCK! WAKE UP, NOW!" and was not surprised when the Consulting Detective nearly fell off the bed.
John pulled backwards, to avoid the flailing gangly arms, Sherlock's wild eyes and curls turned towards him, mouth set in a murderous line.
"Good morning, my little ray of sunshine, I was wondering when you'd be joining me in the land of the living," John was speaking in a sickly sweet manner, "its just I was woken by a call from our good friends at Scotland yard, who are waiting for you to get off your arse and go and interview some suspects." Awareness dawned on Sherlock's face.
"Ringing some bells then?" John continued.
Sherlock ignored the question, in favour of stepping out of the bed and stretching as he approached the large wardrobe they shared.
"I'm sorry, I thought I asked a question." John was swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, ready to be getting up now.
"Yes, but you are clearly in no mood to hear my reply, so please don't try and draw me into your silly little domestic." Sherlock replied curtly.
"You are a bastard you know that," John shoved past Sherlock, grabbing the first outfit he touched and swiftly exiting the room.
"Drama queen." Sherlock muttered as John stepped out of the door.
"You'll regret that," John warned from the landing.
The taxi ride had been frosty and silent. Even the driver had appeared tense, relaxing as soon as the men exited, John left Sherlock to pay for once, and headed towards the entrance of Scotland Yard.
"John!" Sherlock called, speeding to catch up, "must you continue to be so dramatic."
"Sherlock, must you continue to be such an arse?" John countered.
Sherlock sighed and headed towards Lestrade who he had just spotted. Lestrade visibly tensed up, not sure if he could deal with these two having a domestic today.
The next chapter should be up over the weekend.
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