As Sherlock worked, John became more and more curious. He didn't even attempt to hold back his questions.

"How long have you been doing that?"

"Doing what?" Sherlock drawled this out, pulling the dishwasher apart.

"The… guessing thing you do," John said, leaning over Sherlock to watch what he's doing.

"It's not guessing, it's deducing. It's really quite simple, but I suppose I have to remember that you're not me."

"Okay, how long have you been doing this?" John motioned his hands to the dishwasher, making Sherlock smirk again at how comical it looked.

"Today."

"Really..? I hope you don't screw it up, then." Sherlock stopped what he was doing. He bit his lips together, staring at his hands, then stood up and faced John, practically towering over him.

"I'm sorry, would you like to do this yourself?" Of course, Sherlock knew he was joking. It was always interesting to see someone stumble, though, and he was rather bored. John smiled at him.

"No, that's okay. I hired you to do it." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, a smile slowly forming on his face. He shoved his work jacket off, revealing a tighter tank top and claiming that he was too warm. Sherlock went back to his work, still ignoring the glass of water he asked for and noting the way John looked deliberately away from him. Interesting.

"I realized I never asked your name," John said, glancing at the water. Sherlock looked up at him.

"Well, it was on my badge. I'd think you would have noticed that."

"Oh, well…" John scratched the back of his head. Sherlock screwed in the last bolt of the washing machine and stood up.

"Finished," he said. John's eyes lit up, avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

"Does it work, then?"

"Obviously."

Sherlock shoved everything into the dishwasher and pressed the start button. It ran smoothly. Better than it had ever worked before. John looked impressed, still avoiding eye-contact with Sherlock, who was watching his reactions carefully. John was nodding absentmindedly. Sherlock knew that John noticed him watching him.

He carefully picked up the glass of water, heaving out a fake sigh. It surprised John and they finally made eye contact. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him.

"Thank you for the water, John."

"Erm... No problem, Sherlock," John replied, not seeming uncomfortable, but bothered. Sherlock smirked, as his jacket was off and the name-tag wasn't viewable. He watched John as he lifted the glass of water to his lips. John was watching the glass with a comically confused look on his face.

"Right," Sherlock put the glass down on the counter right before it touched his lips. "I'll be off, then. The bill will be in the mail." John's eyebrows furrowed.

"Aren't you going to drink that?"

"No."

"You asked me to pour it for you, the least you can do is drink it."

"I'm no longer thirsty."

"Well, I don't want to waste water," John muttered. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Then drink it." They seemed to be staring each other down. John picked up the glass of water. Just as it touched his lips and started to tip, Sherlock looked away and began packing his things. John, not wanting to look foolish, chugged the water and put the glass in the sink.

"Right, well, thank you for fixing that."

"You can expect the bill within the week," Sherlock gave one of his fake smiles. Just before he walked out the door, he stopped. "And don't think I didn't know what you were doing." He then walked to the car and left, smirking the whole way.