John was relieved to be able to leave Baskerville. It was a lucky twist of fate that Dr Franklin had helped them to escape by pretending that he recognised Sherlock as Mycroft. Sometimes John wondered why he went along with Sherlock's crazy plans. Then again, being right in the thick of one of Sherlock's crazy plans was so much fun. So clearly, he was just as crazy as Sherlock was.
"Sherlock," John asked as they approached their car, "Did we just break into Baskerville to investigate a missing glowing rabbit?"
Sherlock flipped the collar of his trench coat up and continued walking without even acknowledging John's question.
"Oh, no. Can we not do this, this time? I think we're a bit beyond this…"
"Do what?" Sherlock asked innocently as if he didn't understand.
"You being all cute and mysterious with your cheekbones and turning up your collar so you look cool and sexy…you're trying to impress me…"
"I don't do that!" Sherlock countered putting on an air of offence.
John sighed, "Yeah you do"
"No I don't" Sherlock continued their argument as they reached the car.
"Oh yes you do," John answered as he climbed into the driver's seat. There were a few moments of silence as John started the engine and began to drive out onto the road.
Then Sherlock replied with a cheeky grin, "Its working though, isn't it? You're impressed?"
John laughed, "I'd be more impressed if you actually communicated with me, Sherlock. You know what that is, don't you? It is when you open your mouth and words come out and these words let me, the love of your life, know what's going on inside that massive head of yours."
Sherlock ignored this smiled teasingly, "cute and mysterious…cool andsexy…you think I'm cute when I'm mysterious, John?"
John chuckled and shook his head as Sherlock continued, "You think I'm sexy when I'm busy unravelling a case in my own particular enigmatic style?"
John flushed slightly as he kept chuckling softly, "Shut up".
Sherlock leant across to John, putting his hand on John's thigh and kissing John lightly on his ear his hot breath tickling John's neck, "Am I sexy now, John?"
"Stop that!" John flinched.
"Give me one good reason…" Sherlock whispered his hot breath continuing to tease.
"I'm trying to drive," John laughed, "dying in a car accident would be a bit of an inconvenience."
Sherlock laughed as he pulled back from John, "Most inconvenient. I haven't solved this case yet."
"Ah, yes. Our bloody, gruesome deaths would be inconvenient because it would leave an unsolved case."
Sherlock tutted, "You know it's not the only reason. But, yes"
"Well," John replied as he changed lanes, "Let's solve the case before either of us dies, huh? So we broke into Baskerville to investigate a missing rabbit that glowed like a fairy. What have we learnt?"
"Well," Sherlock answered carefully, "We know Dr Stapleton performs secret genetic experiments. The question is; has she performed them on anything more deadly than a rabbit?"
"To be fair," John replied with a deadpan expression, "that's a wide field."
Sherlock snorted and the pair lapsed into silence.
"Enigmatic style?" John mused as they arrived at their hotel, "I'd tease you about that one but it's actually a pretty apt description"
"I thought so…" Sherlock grinned.
