"Are you really doubting?" Elizabeth smiled. "My, my. It seems someone's grown rather fond of his friend's body."

"Liz, stop it!"

She raised an eyebrow.

"It's been ages since you last called me Liz."

Sherlock blushed. "Are you going to help me yes or no?"

"I'd kiss you right now if it wasn't for those thin lips. I quite miss yours, you know."

"Seb," Moriarty called his employee. "Seb, I think it's time."

"Are you sure, sir?"

Moriarty just nodded. "Oh yes. 'S time for the show to start!"

"It hurts, Doctor Watson!"

John smiled to the little girl and handed her a little lollipop. "It's okay sweety. It's just your tummy. You just ate too many cookies. What if we make a promise?"

"A pinky promise?"

"Yes. You don't eat too many cookies and I promise you your tummy won't bother you any more. Pinky promise?" John asked, offering the little girl Sherlock's pinky finger, not his, and smiled when the girl laced her little pinky finger too.

"Pinky promise!"

The little girl's mother smiled broadly. "Thank you, Doctor Watson," she said seductively. "You're such a good doctor."

John got used to get women's attention, more now that he was in Sherlock's body. He was very well aware Sherlock was much more attractive than him due to the fact Sherlock's was taller, he had strange features, his long lean body allowed him to wear those tailored suits and so on.

But John couldn't accept those comments, those flirting moments since he was dating Sarah and it was not his body he was in.

"Er, thank you. It was nothing."

John opened the door of his office to his patient and her mother. The little girl pressed a sloppy kiss to his (Sherlock's) cheek. Her mother did the same, but left traces of pink lipstick.

"Good bye, Doctor."

"Yeah."

The woman and her child left and John couldn't stop himself and looked at the woman's arse.

And he did not feel someone was looking at him.

"Cheating on Sarah using my body?"

"Sher-"

"Shut up. Don't even bother. Take that lipstick off my cheek!"

John sat on his chair behind his desk and watched his friend, the great detective Sherlock Holmes, now reduced to five foot something.

"Mycroft stopped by -"

"And told you about Elizabeth and me."

"Yeah but -"

"Irrelevant," Sherlock sat across him. "I found it John."

"What?"

Sherlock looked at his friend, who was in his body, and realised that in less than a few hours, he would be back to his body.

Elizabeth looked at the cards displayed all over her table.

This Moriarty was not to be ignored.

James Moriarty was the most dangerous criminal mind the world had ever seen.

And she had to tell Sherlock.

"You're joking, right?" John laughed. "Sherlock that's -" he snorted. "Sherlock, please."

"I'm serious, John!"

Serious!

"You're pulling at my leg -"

"Listen to me, and listen to me carefully," Sherlock said dangerously, using John's most deepest voice. "I'm tired of being inside this body - your body. I can's stand being this short. I hate this hair, this face, these hands. I have to use a fucking chair reach a book from the top shelf -"

"And you think I fucking like having to shave every single day? You won't let me go to work if I don't comb your damn curls -"

"And what do you think I feel when I see you - my body when you're with that woman Susan!"

"Sarah!"

"I don't care!"

"We haven't even had sex -"

"I don't believe you!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake -"

"Exactly!" Sherlock slammed John's little hand onto the table. "John, this is the last thing I can think of. We'd better do this and do this now."

Shit.

John merely nodded.