A 221B Birthday Gift for Patamalah21 - I hope you enjoy your early gift, have a great day, I'll be thinking of you while I'm on holiday!
Disclaimer: - If I owned them I'd let Patamalah21 have them for the day!
"No."
"But John…"
"No. Don't glare Sherlock; it's not a good look on you."
Eyes narrowed, the consulting detective studied his flatmate, wondering what pressure would be required to make the man acquiesce to his demands, but John just kept reading his BMA Journal.
"Please."
John choked, spluttered, then looked suspiciously at the curly headed genius sitting opposite him.
"You never say please Sherlock, what are you up to." He said sternly.
Meeting John's gaze with what he hoped was an innocent stare, Sherlock shrugged one shoulder and sniffed, a pout pushing out his full lower lip in a way that John found most distracting.
"I need your help." Sherlock's eyes were almost liquid silver as he looked sadly at his friend. "I can't do this on my own."
The ex-army doctor slapped his magazine down on the arm of the chair, stood up and stalked through to the kitchen.
"You are not getting to me like that." He called back as he switched the kettle on. "Tea?"
"John, I'm serious. The security is getting lax, and Mycroft needs to understand that his office is vulnerable to attack."
There was no denying the younger man's logic. John sighed loudly.
"Okay Sherlock, I'll help you break into Mycroft's office, but I'm sorry, you are not leaving him a photocopy of my bum!"