Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. I believe that is the property of BBC, Gatiss, and Moffat.
John took a deep breath as he entered the flat. There was a delightful smell of cinnamon emanating from somewhere and it only served to heighten his hunger. His stomach growled impatiently. Carefully and skeptically, he searched the kitchen for take-out or deliveries of any kind. The refrigerator held the closed container reserved for toes and a suspicious looking bowl of yogurt but nothing that smelled even vaguely of cinnamon. There didn't seem to be anything in the flat that would cause the appetizing scent.
Just then the oven dinged and John whirled to face it will surprise. Sherlock… baking?
I think five parts on this set. Next few up soon. Reviews are love.
