A few hours later passed and John became a little concerned that he had yet heard a word muttered from Sherlock's it hit him Sherlock was not saying anything knowing that he may say the wrong thing and correct someone and lose the bet even if it was himself he was Correcting. John smirked over at Sherlock's direction feeling in his bones that he was going to win this bet in no time.

"Are you worried Homles?" Waston Hinted at him

"No why would I be worried so some dumb bet I will win!" Homles declared

"Oh are you so sure, I don't think so" Waston said

"Ye... " Sherlock shut his mouth before he could say another word

John walked away to the kitchen heading towards the fridge slowly putting his hand on the handle knowing something weird maybe laying behind that door. He began to remember the time that he had opened the door only to find a severed head, or the time Mrs. Hudson had found fingers in a baggy. When John had finally opened the door to find nothing starring back at him which was very surprising.

"What, no head or fingers or anything at that matter?" He turned towards Sherlock's direction

Sherlock went to open his mouth but nothing came out, he had to stop him self from saying a word. He didn't want to risk the chance of losing this bet already. Looking away towards the window watching the snow fall seeing there is no way to leave his flat. John smirked knowing that he was already winning. Sherlock was going to tell Waston that there was something dead in the freezer.

"So Sherlock what were you going to say before?" Waston teased him knowing he wouldn't say a word

"I was going to say that if you make funny faces like that you could get stuck." Said Sherlock

"Wha… I was not making a face!" Waston Growled back at him

Sherlock smirked at him getting up and walking over to his Violin picking it up. He then started to play London bridge is falling down. As he played the song John decided that he was no longer hungry. He then walked over to his laptop and started to blog about the little bet that they have started.

"What are you typing about now?" Asked Sherlock with an annoyance

"Well if you must know it is about our little bet" Waston Answered his little question.

"Then why not already put that I have won" Smirked Sherlock

"And why would I do that the week isn't even up yet?" Asked Waston

"….. I…. never mind that." Sherlock shut his mouth very quickly

"Thats what I thought, I think this is going to be a fun bet after all" Said Waston still typing

As the day went by the snow fall didn't seem to get any better just like Sherlock said. In fact it started to snow even harder then before. There would be no cases to solve or anything for a while nor would they be leaving their flat. John had finished typing up his blog about two hours ago and now he was becoming bored. Sherlock on the other hand was reading one of those mystery novels that John had just bought and was almost coming to find out who had murdered Mr. Humpfree.

"Oh I believe that it was Mr. Humpfree's Mistress that killed him" Sherlock Expressed

"Damn it Sherlock I haven't read that one and now I don't think that I will" Waston Sighed

"WelL I didn't know you were up from your nap" Sherlock said looking over at Waston

"That was over an hour ago and I am becoming very bored being trapped in the flat" Waston Hissed

"Well why don't we turn on the Telly I mean I already know who killed the man in the book." Said sherlock

"I don't see why not." Said Waston as he turned on the Telly

After it seems like ages of watching an a american show called family guy Sherlock was becoming very annoyed. He just couldn't understand why the americans found this show so funny. He thought that is was quite weird that the baby could talk and to top off he had a brit way of speaking. The dog also could speak and seemed to be a bit of Stoner as the americans would say. What annoyed him the most was that he fat man could get any sort of vehicle and no one seemed to wonder where he got it.

"Oh can we PLEASE just change the channel already!" yell Sherlock at his last nerve

"Sure but I kind of liked the show my favorite was the baby." Said Waston

"Oh Bloody hell why would you like this american crap show?" Sherlock Asked

"I don't know just thought it was funny I guess." Waston Answered

Changing the channel to something that he thought Sherlock may like. He spotted a show called C.S.I. Miami. He saw as soon as the show came on there was look on Sherlock's face it was the same look he gave as if they were at one of their cases once more. He knew soon sherlock would have the murder's name and his looks down.


Author's note: I hope you like this chapter! thank you for those who left some nice reviews. you were all so nice!