(Sherlock's POV.)
John and I arrived at the brand new Hampton Inn and waved as the girls drove off. We limped into the lobby and took the elevator up to room 304. Our bruised up faces and limps didn't earn us nearly as many odd looks as they probably should have. John plopped down on one of the beds as soon as we walked in the door. I took an armchair facing the TV. "They appear well. I think they are suitable for the task."
John gave me an odd look. "Actually, for their sizes and weights they did remarkably well!" he corrected. I ignored the comment.
"I approve calling them when needed." I was sore. "John, run a hot bath for me."
John laughed. "Not your housekeeper, dear!" he said in a bad imitation of Mrs. Hudson.
I was not amused. "John, I'm sore. Hot bath now, please."
John sighed, then slowly rose with a wince. "Okay, but only because you said please. But be quick about it because I am going to be stiff." He headed off to the bathroom. "Oh, and John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"Don't forget the bubbles."
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Chapter song: You've got a Friend in Me, originally performed by Randy Newman in the sound track of Toy Story.
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My wonderful Co-Author wrote this chapter, sending it to me at the very moment that I needed a smile. She will never cease to amaze me! I wondered at first, if it was too out of character for Sherlock, but then I thought, it's funny and cute: Keeper! Maybe this will brighten someone else's day, as well!
Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope to have another chapter up later today, or tomorrow, since I didn't update over the weekend. (I know, shame on me.)
Have a superior week!