Sherlock had not moved for three hours. Just stared at the screen of John's laptop. Gazing at the Cryptic hamster message. John had kept him supplied with tea and toast but left him otherwise undisturbed. And if the truth be told John was a little worried himself. For most of the afternoon he had a small furry passenger clinging to him. Huggins had hugged John's jumper and even curled up to sleep on John's belly after a while. Definitely something was wrong. And then suddenly Sherlock jumped to his feet. Shocking John from his semi doze on the sofa.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed "Huggins is lonely." The hamster was snoozing on John's stomach. Even in sleep he looked miserable. "S+J=), that's Sherlock plus John equals happy. H+?, Huggins plus who? Poor little Huggins. I had no idea all these goings on were upsetting him. He must be questioning where he fits in "
"I know how he feels." John muttered.
"Exactly! Which is why he's been clinging to you all day. He thinks you understand."
"Okay. So what do we do? Go get him a girlfriend."
"Don't be so vulgar John. This needs careful thought." John nodded. He guessed that meant no sex for him tonight. Again.
Tony LeStrade flicked on his night vision and wiped a sticky line of sweat from his forehead. He had managed to get into the compound where target number one was holed up. He stuck to the shadows. Dressed in black from head to toe, moving silently. The guards seemed a bit pathetic; you just couldn't get the henchmen these days. Tony shinned up the drainpipe to what he had established through his x-ray scope was the master bedroom. He was just pulling himself up over the balcony rail when a gun clicked and cold metal pressed against his temple. He froze. So this was it.
"Oh my God! Tony?" Someone squealed in his ear and the gun lowered slightly.
"Jim?" He hoisted himself over the rail and collapsed in an undignified heap on the floor.
"Tony! This just gets better and better. They gave up on the fighters and sent me a lover!" And before he knew what was happening Jim Moriarty was on top of him, snogging his face off with a hand stuck down the front of his trousers.