2. Armpits
Again I do not own the characters from Sherlock BBC TV .Thank you for all your reviews! I did this as a standalone but am adding it to "Cold"
"Hi Sherlock, I'm back."
There was silence in the flat.
John tried again, shouting louder this time.
"Got your stuff!"
Sherlock had texted him earlier at the surgery where John worked, to request-well, demand of course, some swab-taking equipment and specimen jars.
John shrugged at the continued silence and went into the kitchen, depositing the "stuff" on the shelf marked Medical Supplies (No food!). John insisted on having this part of the kitchen under his command so that it was routinely checked for sell by dates, disinfected and generally kept in good order. Well, someone had to.
Still silence.
John decided that Sherlock was either out chasing criminals or in his mind palace, probably lying flat out on his bed. Whatever, it meant that John had a bit of peace to go upstairs and have a nice uninterrupted hot shower.
He came out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs to his room, (neat, tidy, calm as befitted an army man). Once there, he put on some music-Katy Melua, love her.
He stripped off his clothes and walked across the little landing to his small shower room. He was half-way across when he was suddenly seized by a pair of skinny arms and stared at by a pair of bright, glittering, mad, almond-shaped eyes.
"John, I need you!"
John froze as the Consulting Detective and Best Friend and Mate and well- everything, clutched John's upper arms in a vice like grip.
"What now." John croaked.