"John" shouted Sherlock being jolted from his momentary lapse of sleep by his trusted companion slamming the fridge door.
It was going to be the first bit of sleep he'd had in almost two weeks.
"… You know what Sherlock sometimes I don't even know how someone can be such an utter cock. You don't care do you, who you hurt along the way, as long as the job is done."
"John you're not still going on about that floozie you were with?" sighed Sherlock.
"She wasn't a floozie, she was a perfectly nice girl …"
"Oh come on John!" Groaned Sherlock interrupting him "all I had to do was look at the girls' knees"
You can't go round passing judgement on people like that; you don't even know her…"
"Well not like you do anyway" smirked Sherlock. "… and really John you ought to buy the girl dinner first"
"and from what experience would that be?" retorted John
" I've been on … dates" Sherlock replied unsteadily walking round the back of the chair rummaging through the papers "anyway where are my notes on the Starling case?"
"No go on Sherlock tell me about these dates." John said sitting on the chair smugly.
"Look John I really don't have time for this I have to get on with…"
"You've never been on a date before have you?" John taunted. He began to laugh.
"Oh John stop it" said Mrs Hudson softly from the doorway "don't worry Sherlock he's only joking"
"Really Mrs Hudson I don't need you to fight my battles, I can handle myself" Sherlock began.
"Oh tush" Mrs Hudson interrupted. She wandered into the apartment. A tray in her hands with a pot of hot tea on it. She set it down on the table in front of her "John we both know he doesn't do well with communicating feelings, could you imagine a date? With him?" They both began chuckling.
Sherlock grabbed his scarf and wrapped it round his neck. "Come on John we have a job to do" he said shrugging on his coat, turning up the collar and striding out of the door.
"What? Where?" questioned John jumping up from the chair and running after his confusing friend.
"What about the tea I just made? called out Mrs Hudson.
Sherlock's voice came from the stairwell "the tea can wait Mrs Hudson, oh hurry up John!"
Mrs Hudson, reluctantly picking up the tray filled with teapots and cups and saucers, tutted and shook her head as she pottered out of the apartment of the world's only consulting detective.