A/N - Apologies for taking so long to upload. I went away for a few days and the boys got insulted and refused to let me write about them. As chapters go, this is a filler, it lets you know how things are going and introduces you to the new case Sherlock has. It follows straight on from the previous chapter.

Before John had a chance to even contemplate a reply Sherlock's phone beeped and he jumped out of bed. He momentarily surveyed the mess, when he had thrown John's trousers away they had hit the skeleton bending a dart. Sherlock allowed himself a small grin at the location; the pelvic region. He pulled out his phone "It's from Lestrade, we need to meet him at Scotland Yard." Sherlock flustered for a moment as though unsure whether to just get dressed or have a shower. He bounded out of the room with a cry of "Hurry John!"

John lay there just trying to process what had happened. Hang on, "Oh God" he groaned and jumped out of bed. He hoped, as he rushed into his bedroom that Anderson and Donovan wouldn't be there. He was sure they would be able to tell. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. He wholeheartedly blamed Sherlock, he could be so manipulative, he reminded John of that guy on tv, Derren Brown sometimes.

It wasn't even that John had been manipulated, it was like hypnosis, but then maybe that was part of it, John had been transformed, freed but reality was kicking in now, he became less sure of himself. He grabbed his towel and sat on his bed, replaying the mornings events in his mind. He couldn't understand it, it was just Sherlock and his reasoning was always at least 95% right. Maybe he had found something inside John that had reacted right. Sherlock sauntered past his room wrapped only in a towel. John stared, that smooth stomach, now with water droplets sliding down to the towel, glistening in the light, John looked at the hand that had stroked it.

"John, hurry!" Sherlock shouted and John started, his hand had subconsciously drifted to his mouth and was now drifting over his lips. He rushed to the bathroom.

By the time John had got dressed and made it down to the living room, Sherlock was pacing and in mid-text with someone. Sherlock glanced up and motioned to the stairs.

"Mycroft has a case. He is in a meeting and can't talk. Probably planning another war."

Sherlock stepped to the edge of the kerb and threw out his arm still texting with the other, a taxi pulled up and Sherlock jumped in with a shout of "Scotland Yard and use the A4 not Park Lane." John clambered in still amazed at Sherlock's power of having taxis arrive at his feet each time. Maybe he had hypnotised them. No, John was getting carried away.

By the time they had seated themselves in Lestrades Office, John had tried to think of everything but the events of the morning and mostly succeeded, apart from every time he had glanced at Sherlock who had spent the entire journey texting away. John wasn't sure he would be able to look at the lips without remembering kissing and licking them, nor look into his eyes without remembering the feverish delight and curiosity at a new experience. Oh God thought John, not a good time for a semi. He crossed his legs over and looked up as Lestrade sat down.

"Okay, we've got a suspicious suicide. A hanging. Could be suicide or murder, probably suicide but we can't work out how the bugger did it." Sherlock stopped texting to look up, as he opened his mouth Lestrade started talking again. "We have taken the body down already and he is in the morgue being looked over as we speak. Current prognosis is asphyxiation, which makes sense." He paused as though expecting Sherlock to interrupt, he didn't. Both John and Lestrade looked surprised. "We have pictures of the body hanging." He handed a packet over to Sherlock who took them out and one by one handed them to John, holding on to one and scanning the face carefully.

He glanced up at Lestrade who continued "It is a disused warehouse, owned by a Roger Payne." Sherlock's gaze dropped back to his phone and he continued texting. Lestrade looked at John exasperated and directed the rest of the words towards him. "I would have explained this at the scene of course, but there is a grieving widow moping around. It seems that the hanged man was a Peter Payne, brother of Roger."

Sherlock looked up, a slight bored expression on his face. "Shall we see the crime scene then?"

As he sat down in the taxi next to Sherlock John turned to him and opened his mouth to speak. Sherlock pre-empted him. "Mycroft has a case which looks like both a suicide and a murder, some dignitary or other, wants us to take a look. Also a friend in France has a case for me but is neglecting all the important facts. A cousin in Glasgow has had some jewellery stolen from their house. So in total John, I have 5 cases on the go." John looked out of the window letting the mind of Sherlock Holmes impress him. "Hang on" he said turning "5 cases?"

Sherlock smirked back at John, "Oh yes John. The 5th case is you."

A/N - This last line creeps me out slightly. Let me know what you think and what you look forward too! Hopefully the next chapter will be in the next two days!