Prompt: third, drawing, crash, work, rapid.
For the third time this week, a loud crash came from downstairs, drawing John out of his room. He yawned and made his way into the main part of the flat. He moved into the kitchen and began making three cups of tea as Sherlock rapidly felled his opponent – yet another assassin that had broken into their flat. Sherlock whipped out his phone, and after a few minutes, Lestrade came through the door. John handed him a cup of tea.
"This is the third time this week!" Lestrade complained. "It's three in the morning. I just want to sleep."
"You're not the only one who's annoyed," John reminded him, yawning yet again. He handed Sherlock the second cup of tea, then sat down with his own. "Seriously, these assassins either need to get the point and stop trying, or else separate their attacks, because this is just way too tiring."
Sherlock and Lestrade both nodded in agreement. They quietly finished their tea. Lestrade picked up evidence, took the still unconscious criminal into his car, then bade Sherlock and John a good night before heading off to the station. John got up and put all three cups into the sink.
"Nice fighting, by the way," John said as he made his way back upstairs. He only hoped he wouldn't have to see it again the next night.