(Inspired by 'Too Much Of A Good Thing' by gabrielsangel79. Set in the SH22 universe.)
"Holmes, what the zed? Why are you using my living room furniture for an obstacle course at... two in the morning?!"
"I would have thought it perfectly obvious, Lestrade..."
"Come on, Holmes, I have to go to work in six hours! Why don't you just go for a walk or something?"
"I already have, twice; and before you ask, yes, I have been to the all night gym as well."
"And?"
"They asked me to leave when I broke their treadmill. Now will you kindly tell Watson to give me a sedative?"
"No way, mister! You did this to yourself, so now you'll just have to wait for it to wear off, like everybody else."
"Need I remind you that my metabolism is considerably different to most people's?"
"Yeah, well, most people aren't stupid enough to drink three energy drinks in an hour without reading the warnings on the label! Honestly, Sherlock, I'm amazed you didn't put yourself in hospital. Next time, try going to bed at a decent hour during a case, instead of spending all night on the 'net!"
Beth shook her head, resisting the strong urge to put him out of her misery with a blaster, and stomped back off to bed. She didn't have enough patience or energy of her own right now even to watch him bounce.