"I've got it-"Sherlock abruptly stopped mid-sentence. The grey cat and John both looked up simultaneously.
"What?" John asked innocently.
"John, get rid of it." John shoulders slumped almost immediately.
"Aw, come on Sherlock, we can't just throw him back onto the streets." John said in a low voice
"Why not?" Sherlock murmured.
John ignored the comment and stood up.
"There are absolutely no pros for keeping that animal in the flat. Mrs. Hudson would not approve of it, anyways." Sherlock reasoned.
"Since when have you cared what Mrs. Hudson did or did not approve of?" John chuckled.
"Nevertheless, the answer is-"Sherlock started.
John got up and carefully picked up the tiny cat. He walked over to Sherlock, trying his best to look intimidating. Well, despite the fact that Sherlock was taller than him, anyways.
"Come on." John pleaded
Almost on cue the cat snuggled up closer to John and let out a mewl of contentment.
Sherlock didn't answer.
"Well?" John asked, stepping closer to him.
They were truly only inches apart.
Sherlock avoided John's gaze, blushing furiously.
"Fine." He pouted.
John smiled happily, making his way back to the chair he had been sitting in. Sherlock, on the other hand, was very cross and began to sulk. He flopped down on the couch as John went to the kitchen to fix some tea.
The cat toddled over to Sherlock and began pawing on the couch, similar to the gesture of an infant wanting to be picked up. Sherlock looked over and gently picked the kitten up. The kitten climbed over Sherlock's arm and rested in the crevice between his arm and the couch. Sherlock began to pet the cat.
"This isn't so bad." He murmured.
John came out with the tea and put it down on the end table. He sat down in the car and smiled. There was Sherlock and the kitten, fast asleep.