As John dragged himself out of his not so platonic and not so appropriate thoughts about Sherlock, he began to wonder why Sherlock was still hovering just millimeters above the line of exposed skin on the border of the top of his boxers.

He quickly discovered that it was because John had involuntarily as well as unknowingly knotted both of his fists in Sherlock's hair in order to hold him as close as possible as Sherlock had trailed kisses across his flesh.

John quickly untangled his hands from Sherlock's curly locks and brought them to the ground on either side of himself.

Within seconds Sherlock had removed himself from John's mostly exposed body and was picking his pants up off of the ground.

Although Sherlock pulled his pants on incredibly speedily, he didn't do so fast enough to hide his own erection from his friend.

John, however, did not think that Sherlock's hardness had anything to do with him. He figured that it must have had something to do with the danger and how close they had been to getting caught. Sherlock fed off of the adrenaline of that type of thing so if anything was going to get him excited it would make sense that it was almost being caught when undercover.

"So why exactly can't we leave yet?" John asked as he watched Sherlock rolling and crumpling up his shirt. "And what are you doing?"

"Our clothing should look rumpled when we walk out so that people aren't suspicious," Sherlock told him. "And we can't leave yet because I'm not so sure that the man is the one who took the files. I think it might be his wife."

Sherlock seemed to be satisfied with the amount of wrinkles that he had created on his shirt as he rolled it back out of the ball and began to pull his long arms through the sleeves.

"I just need to make sure first," Sherlock told John as he began to button up his shirt. "But she's clever, trying to blame it on her husband. And she was doing a pretty good job of it too."

"And what makes you think that she's the one who stole it?" John asked as he was finally able to stand up and begin to pull his own pants back on. "Or do I even want to know?"

"Why wouldn't you want to know?" Sherlock asked, his forehead crinkling in confusion. "Do you enjoy being completely oblivious to everything that's going on around you?"

As John pulled his shirt on, he frowned and said, "Don't do that. That thing where you act like everyone else is pathetic and useless for not being able to see all of the stuff that you can."

"They're not entirely useless," Sherlock argued. "They can be entertaining sometimes and they're good for passing you things when you don't want to get up."

"Wow," John said in an unimpressed tone.

"What?" Sherlock asked with a confused look. "What did I say wrong?"

"Are you serious?" John asked. "You honestly don't understand what was wrong with that statement?"

"No. I was just saying that I don't think other people are useless," Sherlock pointed out. "What's so bad about that?"

"How you act like other people are dogs designed for entertainment and fetching," John pointed out.

"They aren't dogs," Sherlock said as he mussed up his own hair. "They're much smarter than dogs. They have a larger vocabulary, they can operate doors, they can use a toilet… That's better than even the high-end monkeys… I mean barely, but…"

"You really should have stopped talking after monkeys," John told him. "You were starting to help yourself, but then you just had to make it worse again."

"Well there's the poo flinging monkeys like Anderson," Sherlock continued anyways in an attempt to make it better. "And then you're like a monkey that's managed to potty train itself."

He looked to John as if to check whether he should stop talking or not.

"Thanks," John said, then frowned at the choice of metaphor. "…I guess."

Sherlock went to open his mouth again.

"No, please don't say anything else," John said. "Quit while you're ahead."

Sherlock closed his mouth obediently and nodded his head once.

After a few long seconds of silence, Sherlock said, "We should probably get back out there and look for evidence.

"I still don't understand why you think that it's the wife," John pointed out.

Sherlock carefully chose his words before saying, "If you knew that you had stolen documents on your laptop, don't you think that you would be concentrating a bit more on making sure that you didn't lose your hotel key after falling down? He didn't show any concern whatsoever over whether he may have dropped something or not. And when we overheard them talking about the lost key she sounded more concerned about it than she was. If the documents were his then he would have been panicked."

"He was panicked," John pointed out.

"Not as much as she was," Sherlock said. "It sounded more like he was looking for us because of her panic."

The pair returned to the event, but didn't see the couple anywhere.

A few minutes later they returned and as they walked past Sherlock and John, they heard the woman hissing, "I can't believe that you were stupid enough to lock your key in the room. This is why I can't trust you with anything."

A/N: Please read and review! Sorry that this update took so long to get up, hopefully the next one will be up sooner! Thanks for reading and I hope that you're liking the story so far :)

An extra special thanks goes out to the reviewers of the first chapter: 221BSexySt, Orchid, and :D