Sherlock immediately wanted to get to Scotland Yard to investigate, it took John a long time to convince Sherlock that it would be fine to go tomorrow and that he really needed to stay in bed.

"But John, I want to go and catch murderers." Sherlock whined.

"Tomorrow I promise."

"I hate being sick."

"I know, we all do. Just sleep." John began to fiddle with Sherlock's curls and watched him slowly fall asleep.

X

The next morning Sherlock leaped out of bed like an excited child at Christmas.

"John, get up, we've got a murder to investigate!" Sherlock put his face very close to John's as he said this. John had been woken by the racket coming from behind him and rolled over.

"Sherlock! You made me jump."

"Nice to see you think I'm attractive." Sherlock retorted pretending to sulk.

"Of course I think your attractive." John got up pecked Sherlock on the cheek and slipped out of the room in order to get the first shower.

X

John had been completely rushed out the door by Sherlock and was craving a decent breakfast.

"Sherlock can we stop somewhere I'm starving. I know you don't get hungry but I do."

"John there is nowhere to stop. Who does breakfast in London?" At this response John sighed. He often forgot that Sherlock was often unfamiliar with chain companies as he never really went out enough to investigate them.

"There's a Costa around the corner, I can get food and you can people watch."

"Costa?" Sherlock rolled the word around in his mouth not quite sure what to make of it.

"Yes. The do breakfasts. Now come on."

X

John was irritated to find that Costa Coffee didn't do toast and jam so instead sat picking at a blueberry muffin whilst listening to Sherlock make deductions about everyone in the room.

"And that one there, she's leaving a man at the altar. He's got an obvious crush on the woman at the till. Look how he's flirting with her over a Styrofoam coffee cup! Some people-"

"Sherlock, shouldn't we be going?"

"Yes! LETS INVESTIGATE OUR MURDER!" Sherlock was a bit too excited and therefore shouted his remark a little too loudly. The entire room went silent.

"And I we should start making a move now." John muttered and dragged Sherlock out of the café.

X

"Lestrade's not going to be happy."

"He's never happy."

"You are breaking into his office Sherlock, it is a bit of an invasion of privacy."

"He has potentially got the wrong murder victim John!"

"He is the police Sherlock."

"Yes but they can't even solve a bloody break in without me!"

"Modest."

"Well he can't do this either." Sherlock slipped a piece of paper down the side of the door and it clicked open.

"Well I can't say I'm not impressed." John smiled and followed Sherlock through the door.

Sherlock began methodically rooting through draws and filing cabinets.

"Sherlock, what are we looking for?"

"John, be quiet I'm looking." Sherlock snapped

"Sherlock!" The ransacking stopped.

"Oh." Sherlock realised what he'd said. The room went quiet. "I'm sorry. It just… I just-"

"Got caught up in it." John said flatly.

"Yes."

"John, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sherlock turned to face John as he said this. "I swear I will never ever do that again." He reached down and embraced John trying to convey the fact that he did not and would not ever let him go. And that was how Lestrade caught the two men snogging in his office.