As Sherlock came into the living room the next morning John was already up and had made breakfast. "Eggs?" he asked with a hesitant smile.
"Yes eggs would be acceptable" Sherlock replied and lay down on the couch. John sighed in relief. Sherlock was back to normal. Well normal for Sherlock.
As John was washing up, Sherlock's phone rang. "Yes" "Of course" "I'll be there right away"
"Where are we going?" John asked getting his jacket.
"We are not going anywhere. I on the other hand have been called to assist in an investigation" he pulled his coat from the stand.
"What you don't need me?" John asked indignantly
"Not for this particular case no. There isn't a body for you to examine" and he left.
John stared at the space Sherlock had occupied a mere few seconds ago. Something wasn't right. There has been cases where there was no body before and he had still asked John to come. John groaned. 'He must remember last night. How I kissed him back. Why did I do that?' John thought to himself.
Sherlock was gone most of the day. By the time he walked in it was long past dark.
"How was the case?" John asked carefully as Sherlock hung up his coat.
"Hmm? Oh it was fine. Too easy" he replied taking a seat on the couch.
"You missed dinner. I threw out the leftovers because I wasn't game to put it in the fridge, which has a human head in it. Again. You know we should really get another fridge. One for you and one for me." John realised he was starting to babble and quickly shut his mouth. He turned to find Sherlock staring at him. He gulped. "Um...you all right there Sherlock?" why did his voice keep getting all high squeaky? He wasn't a bloody teenager!
Sherlock blinked "Yes John I'm fine. Is there something wrong with your voice?" he cocked his head to the side, as if examining him.
"What?" John cleared his throat "oh no its nothing. Just a tickle"
"Right. Okay then. Can I use your computer?" without waiting for a reply he leant over john as he reached for the laptop. 'Damn him!' John thought 'damn him to hell! He is doing this on purpose' he could have sworn he heard Sherlock mutter "interesting"
"Sherlock would you mind getting off me please?" he said in a frustrated voice.
"Really John no reason to react like that. I am simply getting the laptop" Sherlock said obviously amused. He pulled back to his side of the couch with the laptop in hand.
"I could have got it for you!" when there was no reply john sighed "So are you going to tell me about the case or not?"
"Not yet. I am still working out a few….details." he replied with a smile in John's direction that made his heart beat faster. 'What the hell is happening to me?' John thought in panic.