He stalks silently towards his sleeping victim. "This is it," he thinks. "The last piece of data I need. Now, only a few inches away…"

"Holmes! What in hell do you think you're doing?" John Watson sits up in his bed as Sherlock finds his measurement. "Calm yourself, Watson. I was just finishing an experiment."

"On me?"

"No, of course not. I simply needed the measurement of your jaw width." John raises an eyebrow at his friend. "And why couldn't you measure your pet skull's jaw? Hmm?"

Sherlock moves away from the bed as John starts to get up. After John retrieves his robe Sherlock continues. "I needed to factor in the skin and muscle. A skull is only bone."

"Oh how dense of me. Being a doctor and all it just slipped my mind." He motions for Sherlock to leave, which he surprisingly does. John dresses for the day then meticulously makes his bed. Old habits die hard. Upon opening the door he finds the consulting detective impatiently waiting. "Yes?"

"You're unusually grumpy this morning, Watson."

"Well, I was unusually awoken, Holmes." John rolls his eyes at Sherlock's observation and continues downstairs.

"You have a valid point. Why don't you make us some tea? It'll brighten your demeanor."

With a sigh the doctor enters the kitchen. "Certainly, Holmes."