Title: Would You Like A Ham With That?

Set: Pre-Fall
Pairings:
Sherlock/John
Style:
Fluff/Crime
Words:
326
Dedicated to: My good friend Alex a.k.a. Boris. He'll be joining here soon with his own AU Sherlock fic :D

Back at the crime scene once again and John could see Sherlock clearly relishing in Lestrade's attention. Leaving him standing quite awkwardly on the side-lines.

Unbeknownst to John, Sherlock had his attention focused on his flatmate, and his ego hit new highs when he saw the jealous twitch in John's jaw. Sherlock decided it was time to include John in the case properly.

"Cause of death John?" Sherlock smirked.

Crouching down John inspected the body – in turn giving Sherlock the perfect view of his backside – reaching a conclusion he gave Sherlock his diagnosis, "Um, he was hit on the back of the head with a very large, blunt object. It's an unusual murder weapon," resuming his previous position he waited for answers – Sherlock was not about to give any – so he continued, "The murder weapon would have been very difficult to dispose of, most likely to be disposed of in a nearby skip?"

Sherlock smiled appreciatively, "Close but not quite. The murder weapon was almost completely disposed of just over an hour after the incident. What can you smell in the air?"

"Cooked ham?"

"Exactly," Sherlock exploded, "It's clear the victim was hit in the back of the head with a frozen ham! The skull collapsed on impact puncturing the brain and killing them instantly. The fact that the killer cooked the ham suggests that they were either a family member or a resident at this house. That's enough for you to be going on Lestrade. C'mon John let's go home."

John arrived at the flat first, Sherlock needed his special 'Thinking cab' he didn't mind though it meant he got a few moments alone to read his favourite book, 'Broadway Mu-

Sherlock crashed through the door a plastic bag in hand and a large grin on his face, "John, I'm home! Oh, and I've brought dinner!"

The pair fell about the room laughing tears beading in their eyes as Sherlock pulled out a cooked ham.