By Naisa, who swears she's not as dumb as this fic has portrayed her so far! (:

The Hangover

The first thing Sherlock realised when he woke up was that his head pounded like it had just been trampled by a hundred marching bands. He rubbed his eyes before dragging them open, finding himself staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, but he had no idea how he had got there, or what had in fact happened before he went into his bedroom.

It was then that Sherlock realised there was something, or someone, lying beside him. He looked down, dreading what he was going to see, knowing what it was going to be.

Gina was curled up beside him, her head on his chest, she was sound asleep with a wistful smile on her face, she looked quite sweet. But what filled Sherlock with horror was the fact that they were both completely naked…

Sherlock screamed. Gina woke up with a jerk as Sherlock leapt up suddenly and ran out of his room.

Watson was still in the living room, still reading his newspaper when he heard the scream and the footsteps of Sherlock running into the living room. There was a pause.

"Sherlock," Watson said slowly, "are you naked?"

"How do you know?" Sherlock demanded, he hadn't seen Watson's eyes lift from the newspaper.

"I saw out of the corner of my eye." Watson explained calmly, there was a pause. "I think I've been scarred for life."

"What's the matter Sherlly?" Asked an innocent sounding Gina, wandering out the bedroom, wearing one of Sherlock's shirts, Watson couldn't help but stare.

"You didn't—" He began.

"I don't know, I can't remember!" Sherlock snapped, "and don't call me Sherlly!" He added to the smiling Gina. He then turned around and snatched the newspaper from Watson's hands before wrapping it around his waist in a desperate attempt to cover himself up.

"Hey!" Watson almost shouted, irritated. "I was pretending to read that!"

"Well I have a better use for it at the moment," Sherlock snapped back. He then looked at Gina, something close to fear in his eyes, "we didn't really—?"

"No, you can stop getting your knickers in a twist, if you were wearing any. I was just messing with your head." Gina explained, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh thank God for that!" Sherlock said with a sigh, he was about to sit down but Watson warned him against it, apparently he didn't want to throw that chair out.

"Where's Naisa?" Gina asked after a short pause. "She should be taking pictures."

Almost as soon as she said this there was a strange groaning noise and a thud, followed by muttered swearing as Naisa crawled from the kitchen to the living room. Her hair was all over the place and her clothes were crumpled as if she had been squeezed into a very small space.

"What's all this shouting about?" Naisa demanded. She didn't seem to question the fact that Sherlock was naked.

"Gina's messing with Sherlock's head," Watson explained while he tried to look for another newspaper to read.

"Well could you do it a little more quietly? I was trying to sleep!" Naisa snapped, standing up slowly and brushing her clothes down.

"In the kitchen?" Sherlock questioned.

"In the washing machine to be more precise."

"What!"

"Well what do you do when you've eaten too much cake?"

"Naisa how can you fit into a washing machine?" Sherlock asked, trying to hold back a laugh as he said this.

This statement was a huge mistake. Naisa's eyes narrowed and she folded her arms tightly. "Are you calling me fat?"

"Uh oh," said Watson in a small voice as deadly silence set over the room.

"No," Sherlock said slowly, trying to think of a suitable thing to say. He wasn't quite aware how dangerous it was to suggest that someone was over weight. "You're not fat, it's just that you're not small enough to fit into a washing machine—"

"Sherlock," Gina said between slightly gritted teeth, "I think you're making the situation worse."

But surprisingly, Naisa didn't seem to mind, she simply raised her eyebrow. "You do realise the man who is currently pointed out the faults of my body is currently covering his private parts up with a newspaper advertisement about erectile dysfunction?"

Sherlock looked down, swore, that moved the paper round.

"Sherlock I've never heard you swear before!" Gina said excitedly, "do it again!"

"No—" Sherlock said harshly.

"Oh I do love it when you're angry!"

"I'm going to put some clothes on," Sherlock said sharply, as he turned and stormed to his bedroom.

"Let me help you!" Gina said, bouncing after him, Sherlock was beginning to tell her not to even think about coming into her bedroom again, but Gina was already in there, slamming the door shut.

There was a long awkward silence, where Naisa stared at Watson. She suddenly grinned at him.

"Don't you even think about taking any of my clothes off!" Watson said hurriedly. "See, this is why I kept on reading the newspaper," he muttered to himself.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of undressing anyone today." Naisa told him happily.

"Then what do you want?"

"What do you think John? What have I been moaning about ever since me and Gina actually entered this house?"

"You're bored." Watson said with a sigh, looking desperately around for another newspaper.

"Correct!"

"Then what do you want me to do about it?"

Naisa looked at him closely, "have you ever heard of rock paper scissors lizard spock*?"

There was a pause, "what's a spock?"

"Gina!" Sherlock almost yelled in frustration as he stood in his bedroom, surrounded by the draws he had just emptied.

"Yes?" Gina gave the most innocent smile she had.

"Where are my clothes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about dear, you don't really need any clothes anyway!" Gina said sweetly.

"Gina!"

"Don't worry, I've put them somewhere very safe."

"Where?"

Gina beamed, "in the safe!"

Sherlock mumbled something, irritated, before going to the safe that hid behind an oil painting on his bedroom wall. He ignored Gina as she commented on how stereotypical that was, and that next time he should put a safe in the floor under his bed and have it guarded by an Ed, a small, friendly yet slightly evil creature that she knew. Sherlock clicked the combination of the safe and tried to pull open the door.

It didn't open.

Gina giggled, "I may have changed the combination a little, just to make it more interesting for you!"

Sherlock simply stared with an exasperated expression on his face at Gina, while in the background he could hear two people shouting:

"Rock paper scissors lizard spock!" A pause, and then Watson saying, "best out of three?"

"Gina," Sherlock said steadily and slowly, he really didn't want to have a mental breakdown. "What's the combination?"

"You're Sherlock Holmes, surely you can work out the combination in less than two minutes?" Gina pointed out innocently, and then she grinned again. "Even if you are stark naked!"

Sherlock continued his muttering as he turned back to the safe and tried to work out the combination, Gina stood silently and stared at him. The minutes ticked by as Sherlock tried very hard not to drop his precious newspaper, and every-now-and-then he heard two excited voices going "Rock paper scissors lizard spock!" which would then be followed by a short pause and Watson saying: "best out of five?" Which soon turned into a seven, an eleven, a thirteen and within two minutes escalated to a fifty-three.

"You've broken it!" Sherlock said eventually, giving up on the safe and sitting down on his bed, clearly irritated as he rubbed his temple with his thumb and forefinger.

"That's man language for 'I'm stuck'" Gina informed him, her smile didn't seem to falter. "Do you have a headache?" She asked after a short pause of watching Sherlock.

"A headache? More like a head of stampeding elephants," Sherlock grumbled, he glared up at Gina, "what did you put in my drink?"

"Just a little vodka, that's all," Gina told him sweetly. "Can you actually remember anything that happened?" She asked.

"A little," Sherlock said slowly, "was I making impressions of farm animals at one point?"

"You make a wonderful cow!" Gina informed him.

Sherlock groaned loudly and put his head in his hands.

"And that's not the only thing," Gina continued, Sherlock looked up at her through his fingers. "You talked in your sleep as well."

"I did?"

"Yeah," there was a pause as Gina blushed at what she was about to say. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Sherlock stared, stunned at Gina. Had he really said that? Gina seemed to understand what he was thinking. "And sweet," she added with a nod and a small, nervous smile. Sherlock groaned again, he really wished he hadn't said any of that. Gina looked at him, concerned, then she smiled again. "Would you like another massage?"

"No!" Sherlock almost shouted, jumping quickly away from Gina and almost dropping his newspaper in the process, Gina giggled. "Fine, if you're not going to let me get my clothes, I'll just wear some of John's."

"Rock paper scissors lizard spock!" Sherlock heard in the background as there was another short silence. A pause was followed by "best out of ninety-one?"

"Let it go John it's a lost cause!" Sherlock shouted suddenly at his shut bedroom door, "you've lost!" He hoped that his anger would perhaps quieten Gina down, but it seemed to have the opposite affect.

"Sherlock you're really starting to turn me on—"

"John!" Sherlock almost screamed, "I think the girls really need some fresh air now, take them outside so they can leave me in peace for two minutes!"

*From Big Bang Theory Series 2, it's best to look it up if you don't know about it (: