A/N: please don't judge. This is my first fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I only own my plot line!
John knew something was wrong as soon as he set foot in the flat after his shopping trip. It was quiet. Too quiet. Normally he would be able to hear something. Maybe a gun shot ( Sherlock shooting the wall in boredom). Maybe a clatter, one of Sherlock's test tubes crashing on the kitchen floor. Or maybe even one of his experiments gone wrong. He would prefer to hear that. The silence was unbearable.
John leapt up the stairs two at a time. Shopping bags in hand and burst through the door to the he saw there was not what he had been expecting. John dropped the shopping bags and raised his hands to his mouth to muffle the laughter that he knew was about to come. He burst out laughing. Tears streaming down his face.
Sherlock looked at him with an annoyed expression. One that also said,"say one word and I'll personally get moriarty to kill you". John couldn't help it.
"Whats the costume for?",John spoke through his continuous glared at him.
"Not me", he replied simply.
"Well then who?",John asked. Could be Lestrade. Or maybe Mycroft.
Sherlock glanced over at the kitchen and grinned.
"Hi Sarah!",John exclaimed,"Did you do this?" John was still laughing.
"Yes. I thought Sherlock needed to get into a Christmas mood",Sarah replied. She started to chuckle.
Sherlock just glared at us both.
Because Sherlock, the worlds only consulting detective and high functioning sociopath,was wearing a big red foam nose and light up antlers.
John got out his camera. Sherlock pouted at the lens. CLICK. John would be keeping this. Maybe he'd print a few copies. He was sure that everyone in Scotland Yard would appreciate this Christmas present.
A/n; so what did you think? Please review!