Author's Note of Awesome: Hello everybody! Here's another Sherlock drabble! It goes along with Just Another Day but it can also be a stand alone. I would LOVE it if you guys would review. It always makes my day!
Disclaimer: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU PEOPLE? I DON'T OWN SHERLOCK! (Shakes fist) BARROWMAN!
John could hear the panicked footsteps run around the house. He smirked to himself as he continued to type up their latest case.
"John! JOHN!" Sherlock burst into John's room, seemingly flustered and mad. One curl of his hair was out of place and drooped over his eye.
John smiled sweetly, "Yes, Sherlock?"
"Where. Is. My. Skull!"
"Isn't the breadbox housing it?"
"No. Only bread."
"Brilliant! It appears the breadbox has finally evicted the thing and found more decent items to house."
"John…" Sherlock's voice dripping with venom.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, I have no idea where your precious skull is. I suggest you ask Mrs. Hudson. She might be in the shop."
And with a huff and a dramatic exit, Sherlock left the room. John heard him stamp down the stairs and out the front door.
John sniggered and pulled the skull out from behind his pillow. "Well, Yorick? When do you think I should tell him? A couple hours?"
He made the skull nod.
"Yes, I believe that is an excellent idea."
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