John was exasperated, as usual. Sherlock had gotten himself in a fight.

While at a crime scene, he had made deductions about the victim and the relative which had witnessed the incident had reacted badly.

The victim was a 19 year old girl who had been stabbed after bailing her alcoholic brother out of prison. A mugger came out of nowhere and stabbed her in their neck and took her wallet.

Her brother had called 999 but it was too late. She was dead before he even pulled out his mobile.

The police had called Sherlock because no one had seen the guy's face or what weapon he used. Probably not enough to interest Sherlock but if he didn't do something, Mrs. Hudson would've had to take John's Browning before blood sprayed her curtains.

That being said, Sherlock was in a particularly boring and insensitive mood and the victim's brother had taken it out with violence.

Sherlock was sporting one hell of a shiner on his right cheekbone, and some magnificently bruised ribs, but the assailant had received three broken ribs, a snapped clavicle, nine shattered fingers, a concussion, severed tendons in both knees, a bruised kidney, and a fractured wrist. That damage was done before John had pulled the two men apart.

John had dragged Sherlock back to the flat with a promise to Lestrade that they would come in to give a statement tomorrow, and then he turned on Sherlock.

"What were you thinking? Sherlock,

jeezus christ, you could have killed that man."

"So?" Sherlock flopped down on the sofa with one grand gesture, not even bothering to take his scarf or coat off.

"So, Sherlock! You could've been arrested for murder!"

"Please, he attacked me first. At the very least, arrested for self-defense."

"Why didn't you just end the fight?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"YES!" John's voice had raised to a higher level.

"John, judging by your tone of voice, you are clearly upset with me, but nothing suggests I did anything wrong."

John gaped at his flat mate, unable to form words that didn't involve leading to physical violence, until an idea formed in his head.

"Well, Sherlock, he may have started the fight, but you should have ended it. Next time, just knock him out."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"First of all, you're not going to make the other person pass out from pain, like you did with that man back at the crime scene. Second, hit him in the center of the jaw with a right-handed uppercut. Effective and simple. Thirdly, do you remember when I said "I always hear "Punch me in the face." while you're talking?"

"Yes."

"Then allow me to demonstrate."

With that, John slammed his fist into Sherlock's jaw and Sherlock was out like a light.

2 hours later...

Sherlock walked into the kitchen to find his flat mate drinking tea while reading the paper. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth to speak, but without looking up, John beat him to it.

"Yes, that was completely necessary."

Sherlock groaned in disgust, and turned his back on his smirking flat mate, muttering about bruises and being beaten.

Hello Readers. So for those of you who read this, this is the first time I've updated for any story in a while. I have no excuse, except for the fact my homework has gone from taking up 2 hours of my time to 6, and I have had a massive case of writers block. My RP list has gotten longer, and this is the first thing I've actually been able to eliminate from it for months. I hoped you enjoyed reading it, I didn't like writing it.

Hopefully, I can find it within the creative part of my brain to continue writing my other stories. I have not abandoned them. I will try and update more often, and will have lots of new chapters in for most stories by Christmas, which is only 26 days away! I'm so excited. Alright, I'll shut up now. Bye!