A shrill ringing woke John up the next morning. He rolled over with a groan, burying his face in Sherlock's back while the other boy answered his phone. Sherlock made assenting noises before terminating the call and rolling over to face John, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before becoming all business.
"We've got another case," Sherlock said, his voice thick with sleep, and suddenly John knew why Sherlock didn't actually speak on the phone. That voice, still sleepy and scratchy, was enough to drive even the straightest of men insane with want. But instead of jumping his friend then and there, John rose from the bed and made for the loo, where he quickly took care of his morning wood while Sherlock went downstairs in search of coffee. When John was dressed and reasonably presentable he followed, hoping his mother was still asleep.
Luck was with him, because it was only Sherlock in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee and reading something on his phone intently. "Do you have any..." Sherlock paused, "superhero shirts?" John didn't respond at first out of surprise.
"Yeah, I think so, why?" John asked, pulling down two mugs for their coffee and two plates for toast.
"This case, it's at a convention of some sort. We'll blend in best if we have something to mark us as fellow fans." John nodded his understanding, putting bread into the toaster and pulling out the sugar bowl for the coffee in case Sherlock wanted it.
Once the coffee was poured -Sherlock did take sugar, John noted with pleasure- and the toast eaten, the boys discussed the case. Sherlock had been hired to catch a comic book thief. A woman who ran a rare comics stand at this convention suspected one of her employees of taking it and needed Sherlock to confirm her suspicions.
"I'm fairly certain the boy in charge of inventory did it, but I'll need to see him to be certain, and I'd appreciate your help."
How could John refuse? An hour later he and Sherlock, dressed in Captain America and Free Loki shirts respectively, were at the stand, surrounded by a sea of people in the most outrageous costumes. Everybody seemed pretty friendly, and once Sherlock saw the workers, his suspicions were confirmed. They quickly spoke to the owner, and she thanked them both and cut a check, which Sherlock pocketed without glancing at it.
Sherlock was sure to be angry that the case had been so boring, so before he started ripping poor strangers to shreds, John suggested they go to the shops and grab a few necessities to get his family through the week. Sherlock agreed a little too easily, but frankly, John didn't want to know what he was up to. Especially if it made him grin like that.
