Here's the next update! Bit of humour in this chapter, just the way I like it xD thanks for all the favourites and follows! Reviews would be greatly appreciated :) and incase you didn't guess, the last chapter was narrated by... Death!

"Sherlock answer your damn phone!" John shouted in the direction of the detective's bedroom.

There was no answer.

It was 10am on Saturday morning, and John had been out at his current girlfriends the night before, before returning to 221B early that morning. He was still wondering about Sherlock, so he wanted to get back as soon as possible to make sure he was ok.

However, he entered the flat to find Sherlock's phone ringing, and it did persistently for the next half an hour, until it drove John round the bend. It wouldn't have been too bad if it was a good ringtone, but it was the sound of a very persistent alarm clock. Hmmm.

"Sherlock for gods sake! Get up!" He shouted for the second time.

Again, no answer.

"Right, if you don't shut that damn thing up I'm coming in there myself."

"Doors locked." Came a muffled voice from inside.

"Then I'll break it down, just shut that infernal racket up!"

"But I don't want to answer it!"

"THEN DECLINE THE BLOODY THING JUST SHUT IT UP!" John roared.

"IT DOESN'T HAVE A DECLINE BUTTON!" Sherlock roared back.

"You have," John said quietly, "exactly 5 seconds to shut that up before I break the door down."

"You can barely lift the shopping, don't flatter yourself."

"FIVE."

"John for goodn-"

"FOUR."

"Oh shut up-"

"T-H-R-E-E"

"Alright alright..." Sherlock muttered.

The noise of the phone was soon replaced by the irritated voice of John's flatmate.

Then, very quickly, the room went deadly silent. John will admit, he was a little pleased, but it wasn't like Sherlock to not talk on the phone. Every time he phones John he talks for England.

John knocked on his door. "Everything alright in there?"

"Yes go away." Came Sherlock's sharp voice.

John was about to ask again, but in fear of having his head bitten off, he left it. Instead, he sat in his chair and wondered why Sherlock had been acting so weirdly recently.

"Perhaps it's his time of the month." John snorted out loud.

"What was that sorry?" Sherlock said as he walked past.

"Nothing..." John muttered quickly. "You were quiet."

"Very good observation John. Full marks." said Sherlock sarcastically.

"You're not usually quiet. You never shut up when you phone me."

"And?"

"Well, why were you so quiet? And why didn't you want to answer it?"

"Because I didn't want to, it's none of your business."

John sighed. "I only asked because you've been acting weird recently."

"Have I? Not really noticed." Said Sherlock brushing it off. "Tea?"

"You must have! Drugs again, phone calls, being snappy..." John said, looking at him.

"Mmmm. Tea?"

"Wha- no! I want to know what's up! Who was it on the phone?"

"No-one you'd know."

"Try me."

"Peter."

John was becoming impatient. "Peter who?"

"Peter Piper, calling his rats." Sherlock said with a slight snigger.

"You know what? I give up. I try to help you but you push it away. I'm done. You can deal with it on your own from now on." He said before storming upstairs to his room.