Your house is huge. John signed; a look of awe on his face. Sherlock smiled, and lead him inside.

John looked in amazement at the high ceilings, precious ornaments and luxury furniture are they progressed to the bathroom to get John some paper towels and to wash his face.

When the arrived to the bathroom (beautifully designed of course), Sherlock sat at the edge of the bath while John washed his face.

John turned to Sherlock, please tell me what happened.

Sherlock shook his head, are you finished?

John nodded and the boys left the bathroom. Mycroft walked up to Sherlock, "John can go home now, you've not to see him until you go back to school, and I'll arrange for a car to take him home. I need to go and solve this case that you interrupted."

Mycroft stormed away. Sherlock scowled at his back.

What did he say? John asked.

He said you can stay for dinner. Sherlock signed. John smiled, and nodded.

Let's go upstairs. Sherlock suggested. John nodded again, and followed his friend upstairs.

John liked Sherlock's room. A lot. But it didn't look as if Sherlock had decorated it. There was a huge double bed in the middle of the room, a chest of drawers at the end with a huge TV at the end of it, and some other typical pieces of bedroom furniture.

Who decorated your room? John asked.

Mycroft. Sherlock pulled a face, and John smiled.

They sat on the bed, and Sherlock suddenly realised something. He'd never heard John laugh. Sometimes, if somebody was deaf, they'd still be able to talk. He wondered if John could.

Can you talk? Sherlock asked. John paused. He shook his head. Neither of them signed anything for a couple of minutes.

Hey, Sherlock had an idea, want to learn how to lip read?

A smile broke out on John's face and he nodded eagerly.

Sherlock grinned, Ok, guess what I am saying.

Sherlock said something, and John's face screwed up in concentration.

I have no idea. John smile shyly.

I just said hello. Sherlock told him. John repeated the motion.

This continued for a couple of hours, until John could mostly guess what Sherlock was saying.

Just as Sherlock was in the middle of mouthing something to John ("Anderson lowers the IQ of the whole street"), Mycroft burst in.

"Sherlock, I told you send John home,"

Because of John's recent lessons, he noticed his name and Sherlock's name in the sentence. Sherlock groaned.

What's wrong? John signed. Sherlock glared at Mycroft.

He says you need to go home.

John nodded, that's ok.

John got up to leave the room, and Sherlock followed.

"No," Mycroft said, "You stay there,"

Sherlock scowled, and John turned round, watching them.

You'll get a lift home. Sherlock told him. John nodded, and left, Mycroft following.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was quite boring. Don't worry, the action FINALLY begins in the next chapter. YEY! :D

I'll probably update that chapter today. I'm in bed all ill so I am tucked in with a blanket and cheesy Martial Arts films (Ku Fu Hustle and Shoalin Soccer FTW!) and the computer, just writing away.

As always, I love you all.