John listened carefully as he walked down the stairs, and picked up the sounds of his houseguest trying to be very quiet in the living room.

Ignoring him, he walked through to the kitchen and started making himself a cup of tea. Almost knocking the jar of coffee from the work-top, he spoke, his voice only slightly raised so that the other man would hear.

"You need to put things back where they came from Mr Holmes, it becomes a bit expensive if I keep knocking things over and breaking them."

"I didn't think…."

"'S okay, but if you're going to stay you need to remember." His tea made, John walked through to join the younger man. "And you are going to stay aren't you."

"Logically, it's my best option."

"So, do I carry on calling you Mr Holmes?"

"No…. no, Sherlock, please."

"Right then Sherlock, first you need some more clothes, you can't wear the same stuff forever."

"I'm afraid there may be a problem…."

"No, no problem, I'll organise it; unless you'd rather wear my old clothes?"

That elicited the first genuine laugh John had heard from his new flatmate.

"Unfortunately," John continued, "Barrymore is having your place watched round the clock." He sipped his tea thoughtfully. "So I think sending Mrs Hudson shopping would be our best bet."