John was hurriedly leaving work after receiving the casual text:

"Dull. Mrs. Hudson is cleaning again. SH"

Followed by:

"Also, I've been stabbed. SH"

With the simple explanation that Sherlock ran into Irene Adler that day - and she wasn't alone.

But on the way home, he received another text, only this one John couldn't quite get his head around;

"I refuse to see any other doctor than you. SH"

He arrived at 221B shortly, only to discover the detective sitting in his usual place, perfectly fine, no sign of injury, whatsoever.

John took a deep breath.

"You lied." said John, more of a statement than a question.

"Yes," admitted Sherlock freely.

"Hell, Sherlock, don't do that. Just don't do that. Jesus. Please. Just don't. Why would you do that?" He demanded hotly, as he tossed his jacket at Sherlock, who swiftly disposed of it at the side of his chair.

"I needed you home. Quickest way-."

"For what?" He interrupted in an exasperated voice.

"Bored." Said the detective carelessly. "Entertain me."

"Of course." John let himself fall into his chair. "So, am I just supposed to whip out a case from my back pocket?"

Sherlock didn't even bother to reply. The detective continued to press his hands together, his fingers resting against his chin. Sherlock closed his eyes. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a very familiar text tone - Irene's signature text tone. He sighed, his hands dropped by his sides before he quickly flipped out his phone and scanned it.

He then rolled his eyes, and slipped the phone back into his pocket without having replied. He continued to glance at John to see his reaction to the tone. It had been a long time since they both had heard it.

John would never admit that the text tone made him jump, or that he was extremely relieved that Sherlock didn't respond.

"So, uh, still keeping in contact then, eh?" He started fumbling with his own phone, though he didn't even turn the screen on.

"Not until today." Confessed Sherlock. "It is true that I did run into her today, but come on John, how could that possibly lead up to me being stabbed? Firstly, it's not very likely that someone like her would be followed so easily, and she on her own, would hardly be able to potentially wound me." He said as if it was the most-obvious thing ever. "Your deductions need some exercising."

There was a short silence, before Sherlock suddenly jumped up from his chair and fetched John's laptop.

"I have the perfect thing." He exclaimed, hurriedly typing away.

He turned the laptop to face John to reveal a site with possibly the most confusing 'cases' John had ever seen.

"Fake cases I made up - child's play." Started Sherlock, "but it should be simple enough for you."

He pushed the laptop right up to John's nose, before he glided behind where John sat and rested his head on John's shoulder to see the screen.

John tensed.

"I-uh. Sherlock-"

"Well, come on."

This man really had no sense of private space.

Firstly, thanks for reading my drabble n.n
I call it 'drabble' as it doesn't exactly follow a complete story line, I just wrote this to get through writer's block :3
I'd appreciate it if you had any suggestions on how I should finish this to make it a proper fic c:
- Cass