Chapter 25

No sheet, Sherlock?

Lestrade clattered away in the kitchen in search of a clean bowl and a cookie sheet. Maybe he should ask Mrs. Hudson? There's no telling what is growing in this kitchen anymore. The original plan to keep everything in Sherlock's plan went south a long time ago.

"John, I'm going to see if Mrs. Hudson has a pan we can borrow!" Lestrade called, closing a cabinet and walking into the sitting room. "What do you think peanut butter cookies or- SHERLOCK!" Lestrade covered a hand over his eyes, but the image refused to leave his eyes. "W…Where are your clothes?" he stammered. Sherlock glanced down at himself, shrugging casually.

"I have a sheet-"

"I see that, but w…Where are your pants?!" Lestrade sputtered, turning an even bright shade of red than he already was. Sherlock glanced at himself again before plopping down on the sofa and pulling John's laptop into his lap.

"Why should I bother dirtying my clothes when I have nowhere to go?" Sherlock questioned the DI, fingers clicking against the keyboard of the computer as he figured out John's password. Honestly why does John even have one of these things? They are pointless, dull, and do nothing against a skilled hacker. After plucking in John's birthday into the passwords slot the computer beamed with life and Sherlock let his gaze travel back to the Inspector. The man still was refusing to turn around and his ears were fire engine red. Sherlock rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to comment, but shut it when he heard the familiar shuffle of John's footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey, Sherlock, what's- oh." John glanced at Lestrade and then glared in Sherlock's direction. The detective just rolled his eyes at his flat mate and logged into John's blog. Oh, what monstrosity did John publish on the godforsaken blog now?

"Lestrade?" John questioned, walking over to the DI and tapping his shoulder lightly. Lestrade went riggid, staring at John with a bright blush on his cheeks. John could practically hear Sherlock snickering in the background. "That troll," John thought to himself. "Dirty clothes my arse! He just wanted to mess with Greg again." With a sigh John steered Lestrade downstairs towards Mrs. Hudson's to get a cookie sheet while also shouting at Sherlock to get dressed. God! It was like he was a mother surrounded with three year olds!

When Lestrade and John returned with a cookie sheet Sherlock had still not gotten dressed. At least he had adjusted his sheet so it covered him this time. John set the oven to warm up and pulled out some ingredients from the fridge that had not yet been spoiled by experiments and god knows what else.

"Alright, I'm going to get some decorations from downstairs. You two bake the cookies and put the lights up around the room," John ordered, mostly looking at Sherlock than Lestrade. The detective waved absently at his flat mate, standing up from his spot on the couch and walking over to Lestrade. The DI held back his discomfort, deciding that not letting Sherlock get the best of him was the only way he was going to win this round with the detective. John flashed one more warning glare at Sherlock before retreating downstairs. Once alone the two got working. Sherlock cracked the eggs and Lestrade poured in the liquids and powder. Pretty soon Lestrade was licking at a spoon covered in cookie dough and admiring his perfect circular shaped mounds of raw cookie on the pan. Sherlock on the other hand had decided to get a heads start on the lights. He had finished up the living room and was now stringing them around the doors. That's where it all went south for the two. The stool Sherlock was standing on toppled and Sherlock sheet caught onto the long string of lights. Lestrade rushed over to catch the detective before he could snap his skull against something, but ended up becoming the victim of this calamity as well. When Sherlock fell Lestrade slipped on the long sheet that piled up on the floor, causing both him and Sherlock to hit the floor. Lights fell on top of them, twisting around there limbs and cookie dough splattered across their faces.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" John shouted, rushing into the room after hearing the crash. He froze at the sight before him. Sherlock was sprawled on top of Lestrade, his sheet hanging loosely on his body. Lights tangled around the two and cookie dough was just everywhere. "No, actually, how did you two manage to get tangled with lights while baking cookies?" John questioned. Lestrade's cheeks brightened even more at the uncomfortable position the two were in, but Sherlock simply smiled up at John with that cheeky grin of his and chuckled,

"Merry Christmas, John."

Thank you OneCutePug for the sheet idea! I got the cookies and lights idea from something I saw online about John and Sherlock making cookies and somehow getting tangled in lights. I just changed it a bit.

Now I have two things to say, but first…Happy Holidays to all of you and I hope you have a wonderful time. Eat lots and just have some good old fun with family and friends.

Second…The SHERLOCK MINI-SODE WAS AMAZING! I won't say anything just in case someone didn't see it yet, but if you haven't you NEED to! If you can't find it send me a PM and I will gladly give you the link to watch it on.

Alright, back to fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed todays little chapter and thank you for reading! Happy Holidays!