"Oh, I'm so sorry." Emily closed the fridge door quickly before pausing and taking a moment to think.

The table, that had that morning been clear of things, was now covered...in well….things.

She thought she had spotted, but taken no notice of, a certain someone's coat hanging on the side of the door.

And as if that wasn't enough proof, "There's a head in the fridge."

"Congratulations, well spotted." Sherlock entered the kitchen, adorned in his pyjamas and dressing gown. He watched as his flat mate stood rooted to the spot and stared at the fridge. "A head that you just apologised to."

Emily opened the door back up and simply stared at the offending object.

"Why is there a head...in our fridge?" She questioned slowly. The rational part of her brain was screaming at her to stop staring and close the door.

The curious part of her brain, the side that was winning, told her to lean closer and take a better look.

"Measuring the coagulation of saliva."

"Oh, of course." She was now practically nose to nose with it.

"He can't kiss you back Emily, he's dead."

She jumped away but otherwise elected to ignore him and pulled out the fruit juice she had stored there. Careful not to touch whoever's head was currently sitting next to her chocolate bars. (She probably shouldn't eat those now.) There was a tiny part of her that believed that at any second, the eye lids would fly open, accompanied by a wail or groan.

"So you're not saving him for Friday night dinner?"

"No." Emily closed the fridge and moved over to the cupboard she knew harboured the paracetamol. She had gained a headache on the tube back home (thinking about the postcard and who had been in her office while she had been out of it) and didn't think she would be able to ignore this one. "Unless you wanted to?"

Emily shot him a look over her shoulder to see if he was serious. Judging by the look on his face, he was.

"No thanks."

"Oh."

"Why do you sound so disappointed?" She followed after him into the living room, as he took something from his pocket and gave it a good shake, whatever it was rattling as he did so. "What are you doing?" But the only reply she received, was a pop, swiftly followed by the sound of something cluttering to the floor. Her gaze landed on it when it had stopped rolling. It was not hard to miss. A bright yellow lid. What it was a lid for though, she had no idea.

"How was work?" Emily sighed, knowing she would not get a straight answer out of him. He sounded bored. And a bored Sherlock was not someone she wanted to be around at that moment in time.

"Fine I guess." She shrugged and turned to the stairs, before she remembered she needed a glass and headed back into the kitchen to retrieve one.

"Aren't you going to ask how the case went?"

"Considering how many postcards you sent, I don't think I need to." She could practically hear the smirk take over his face.

"Did you like them?" He could hear her faint footsteps that were now ascending the stairs pause.

"Hang on..." She turned and made her way back down again, leaning against the doorframe to watch him. Sherlock paused in his actions, which appeared to be lifting his arm in the air. In his hand looked to be a spray can.

"Does our landlady know there's a head in our fridge?"

"Hmm...nope."

"What about John?"

"Again...no."

She pushed away from the frame and began back up the stairs.

"Are you going to tell them?"

"Hmm, probably not."

A laugh escaped her throat as she turned on the stairs, slowly shuffling up the next set so as not to pain her head anymore. If she was being honest with herself, there was a tiny, tiny part of her that had missed the Consulting Detectives presence. But she would never admit that out loud.

She would never hear the end of it.

Hey gang, how are you all? I hope you're all looking after yourselves in this weird and frightening time. I finally have a laptop again so I can actually write some more now. I'm still having to type everything as email drafts, but it's so much better than nothing right? I'm off work for the next three weeks at least and while there are a few things I would like to do in that time, you can expect more updates from me. I hope they can be a brief distraction from everything. Writing them is certainly a help for me right now. I know this update is super short, but I wanted to check in with you all. Tell me something positive about your day. Tell me something you want to get off your chest. Let's get distracted.

Please, take care of yourselves.

All my love.

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