After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them... Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Lestrade and Donovan make a bet regarding Sherlock and John. It doesn't take long for the majority of the Yard to get involved. S/J

John is struck with a memory from his teenage years. / / "You drew this," John grins, pointing to the little drawing on the paper. "You gave it to me when you were five. I babysat you."

99% of the time, Sherlock can't be bothered to proofread his texts. / / "Luckily I've learned how to translate your bizarre AutoCorrect mishaps, Sherlock. Anyone else might've been alarmed if you asked them to look at the 'new fetus' in the kitchen."

Sherlock thinks it's all a bit of a nuisance, John is having the time of his life, and Mycroft is Not Impressed. With anything, but mostly his minions' inability to provide a good cup of tea.