I'm back, tomatoes!

'You know, it would be really helpful if you would carry some of this luggage as well?'

'You're doing fine without my help.'

'And I could do even better if-holy Jesus!' The heat hit them hard as soon as they exited the airport. John, laden down with both his and Sherlocks luggage, resorted to panting like a dog. Sherlock glided out of the building with his coat still wrapped around him. John handed him a suitcase. 'I knew Spain was going to be hot, but I didn't think it was going to be this hot-' he looked at Sherlock. 'Oh.'

'What?'

'Take your coat off.'

'Why?'

'Just do it.'

'I have no reason to.'

John stared at him. 'What? It's boiling!'

'Is it?'

'Just take your coat off; you're making me feel hot!' John barked. Sherlock went silent. After a moment, he unbuttoned his coat and shrugged it off, hanging it over one arm. John nodded, 'thank you.'

'Mm.'

They wheeled their suitcases towards a row of taxis. 'When was the last time you went on holiday, Sherlock?'

'Does Dartmoor count?'

'No. That was for a case, just like every other time we've ever gone out of London together. This is the first holiday I've had in ages-no cases, no dead people, no running after phsycos.' They both slotted into a taxi, Sherlock giving the driver the address to the hotel. 'I've gotta say; I'm proud of you.'

'You're too kind.' Sherlock said, taking out his phone.

'Who are you texting?'

'Lestrade.'

'Why?' Sherlock didn't say anything. John sighed. 'Oh, for God's sake!'

'It's just one case.'

'That's why you said we needed a holiday!'

'Look, it's a really pressing one-'

'I should've known; like you would voluntarily go to Spain on ordinary circumstances.'

'These are ordinary circumstances, for me anyway.'

John sighed again and looked out of the window. '...Come on then. Tell me what it is.'

Sherlocks face lit up. 'Triple murder in Anda-Lucia.'

'Where we're staying.'

'Yeah. Anyway-no eye witness accounts, no solid leads.'

'Can't the Spanish police deal with this?'

'They could, but I'm bored.'

'...You're come all the way to Spain to stop being bored.'

'Correct. Problem?'

'Not at all-as long as you're paying for the flight.'

'I used your credit card for the online booking.'

'Wonderful. And the hotel?'

'I haven't booked it yet. I'll do it when we get there.'

'You're paying.'

'Naturally.'

John watched the vineyards race past them out of the window. 'Can you speak Spanish?'

'Yes. Can you?'

'No. You can be chief translator for the week.' The doctor suddenly frowned and looked at him. 'Since when did you speak Spanish?'

'Since I learnt how to. There are lots of things you don't know about me.'

They looked at each other. '...Like what?'

'Like I would tell you.'

John smirked. 'You're a strange guy.'

'As are you.'

Air conditioning is seriously under-rated, John thought as he stepped into the hotel. 'Do you want to check in?' He said fleetingly, sitting at one of the coffee tables. Sherlock made his way to the front desk and a young stern-looking woman turned to him. She speaking in fast-paced Spanish.

'You booked a room?'

Sherlock replied in the same language. 'I was hoping to book it tonight.'

The clerk sighed. 'Fine. How many of you?'

'Two.'

She looked over Sherlocks shoulder, saw John, and wrinkled her nose. 'I see. I'm guessing you want one night then.'

'A week, actually.'

The clerk looked surprised. 'Ah, very well then.' She muttered something along the lines of "established relationship" before scribbling down the information. 'Two singles or one double?'

Sherlock hesitated. 'What's the price difference?'

'Double's cheaper by fifteen per cent.'

'...Double.'

'Thought so.' She muttered, jotting down more notes. 'Name?'

'Holmes.'

'Right. You're booked into room 221-' Sherlock smirked. '...Is something amusing, sir?'

'No, not at all.'

'Good.' she handed him a key card. 'You're on the second level right at the end of the corridor.'

Sherlock smiled quickly and made his way to the lift. 'Come on John.'

John followed him quickly, lugging the suitcases behind him. He entered the lift. 'Sorted?'

'Yes. Second floor.' Sherlock pressed the button marked "2" and the doors closed.

'Looks like an expensive place.' John remarked. 'Glad I'm not paying.'

'Mm. I've had to economize slightly.'

'In what way?'

'It doesn't matter.' The elevator beeped as the doors opened. Sherlock and John made their way to the end of the corridor, stopping at the designated room. John looked up at the door number.

'Oh, very funny.'

'Complete coincidence.' Sherlock replied, opening the door. John frowned slightly.

'Am I in the room next door?'

'No.'

'Are we sharing a room?'

'Yes. And,' Sherlock coughed, 'other things as well.'

Johns mouth fell open. 'Please tell me you're joking.'

'I told you, I had to economize.'

'You can't be serious. I am not sharing a bed with you!'

'We don't have time to argue about this.' Sherlock hissed. 'I don't have the money for two rooms, and this hotel doesn't do single rooms, just deal with it.'

John looked a little taken aback. '...Fine.' He muttered, shuffling into the room.

Sherlock smiled and closed the door behind them. 'Good man.'

John dumped the luggage onto the floor. 'At least the room's nice.'

'Indeed.' Sherlock placed his coat on the chair and shrugged his jacket off. He flopped onto the bed and John looked at him.

'Are you sleeping now?'

'No. Just thinking.'

'Right.' The doctor hesitated, flapping one of his hands at Sherlock. 'Move up.' The detective shuffled over slightly. John rested next to him. They both fell into an awkward silence. '...So.' John said quietly. Sherlock didn't reply. 'You okay?'

'Thinking.'

'Is that a yes?'

'Thinking.'

'Right.' John went quiet again. After a moment, he smiled to himself and poked the side of Sherlocks face. Sherlock frowned at him from the corner of his eye.

'What was that for?'

'Just checking that you're still alive.'

Sherlock let a small smile creep across his lips. 'Of course I am.' John fought back a yawn. 'Tired?'

'Yeah. It's been a long day. What about you?'

'I'm fine for a while.'

'You've got good stamina.'

'You have no idea.'

John looked at him and swallowed. 'I'll...go and get ready for bed, to sleep, that is.' He said quickly.