Izzy stayed with Sherlock the whole night, not so much of her own accord but more due to the fact that in this drugged state Izzy seemed, to Sherlock, the only person in the world he needed right then. She eventually drifted off to sleep, only to wake up to Sherlock shouting in her ear, 'John!' as soon as he shouted he managed to lose his balance, falling on top of the woman and in to much of s drug-induced stupor to notice. John came through the door realising the predicament after seeing that Sherlock was perched on his sister's stomach like a kitten, his head resting on her chest as his half-lidded eyes looked around the room.
'You okay?' He asked his sister.
'How did I get here? Where's my pillo- oh…' He half lifted himself to look down at the infuriated girl, staring for a second before rolling off of her and lying next to her on the bed, turning his head to the side to look at the two Watsons.
'Well, I don't suppose you remember much. You weren't making much sense… and you were cuddling Izzy, which was worrying in itself. Oh, I should warn you: I think Lestrade filmed you on his phone.' Izzy grimaced standing to leave, muttering.
'He better be prepared for a bullet in his brain if he so much as thinks of-'
'And that is why I took your gun.' John muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. Sherlock interrupted their little spat by getting to his feet and speaking incoherently.
'Where is she?'
'Where's who?' John asked.
'The woman. That woman.'
'Well if you're referring to me, 1. I have a name, and 2. Sorry, not my type.' She smirked, counting off reasons on her fingers as John just looked between them, confused as always.
'What woman? Izzy?'
'No, not her!'He spat. 'The woman. The Woman Woman!' He began stumbling around the room.
'What, Irene Adler? She got away. No one saw her.' John said as Sherlock went to look out the window. 'She wasn't here, Sherlock.' Sherlock fell and John rolled his eyes, watching as he dragged himself around the floor. 'What are you…? What…? No, no, no, no.' He picked up Sherlock and hauled him over to the bed before dropping him face-down. 'Back to bed.' He covered him with a sheet almost tenderly, 'You'll be fine in the morning. Just sleep.' Izzy watched her brother interact with his flat mate with a smirk and raised eyebrow.
'Of course I'll be fine. I am fine. I'm absolutely fine.' Sherlock muttered rolling over, 'At least your sister had the decency not to disturb me.'
'You called me! Whatever, I'll be on the sofa if you need me.' He turned to Izzy, 'You can take the bed.'
'Why would I need you?' Sherlock spoke around the pillow that his head was currently buried in.
'No reason at all.' John shrugged, walking out the room followed by Izzy, who quickly claimed the couch.
