What's that? Is that Kerry uploading two chapters in less than 24 hours? This one is basically the first bit of the first chapter but from Sherlock's POV just to explain what happened a bit more than Sherlock did, it's only the first part though so it's fairly short. Un beta-d so please point out any mistakes :)

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Sherlock had just spent six days solving a case and another day tracking down and catching the serial killer Scotland Yard had been looking for, for a month, and the thanks he gets? Lestrade lecturing him about withholding evidence and going off to catch the killer without telling them the whole plan. It wasn't his fault the whole of Scotland yard were idiots and would have ruined his plan.

Out of the corner of his eye Sherlock could see John standing on the pavement, swaying on the spot slightly. Sherlock hadn't let him sleep at all over the last six days, only allowing him to drift off when they were in the lab and he wasn't being very helpful anyway and it was showing. Sherlock gave him about four minutes before he passed out from tiredness.

"If you're quite finished, Lestrade, I did just catch you a serial killer and I would rather like to get home before John passes out."

"Fine, but I'm going to need you in at some point to go through the paperwork,"

"Can't you-"

"Seeing as you didn't even tell us what you were going to do, no!"

Sherlock simply glared, turned and stalked away from the inspector. He reached John just as his knees were about to buckle and snaked his arm around his waist from behind, holding him upright.

"We're leaving now, come on,"

Sherlock smirked at the mumbled reply and half dragged him to the main road to hail a cab. He lifted John inside and got in after him. John collapsed into Sherlock's side, his head lolling onto his shoulder.

When they arrived at Baker Street Sherlock tried to nudge John awake but John just flopped down so his head was in Sherlock's lap, still fast asleep. Sherlock smirked, pulled some money out of John's coat pocket and threw it down on the driver's seat so that he could pull John inside.

He fumbled the key from his pocket and unlocked the front door, fingers clumsy with tiredness. After carrying John up the first flight of stairs it was clear that there was no way he was going to make it up the second so Sherlock kicked the door open and pulled John towards his bedroom. John's shoulder always hurt the morning after falling asleep on the sofa, the only logical thing to do was to put John in his bed. It was his way of apologizing for the stressful week.

He dragged John through the kitchen, kicked the door to his bedroom open and practically dropped the doctor onto his bed before pulling off his shoes, dropping them unceremoniously onto the floor. Sherlock couldn't be bothered to change into his pyjamas; six days with no sleep had made his fingers too clumsy to undo the buttons and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. So he did just that. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down next to John, fully clothed, and pulled the covers over both of them. The warmth radiating from Johns sleeping form next to him was comforting and Sherlock fell asleep almost instantly.

Thank you for reading! Next chapter should be up soon though I'm not entirely sure when. I'm going to try to update at least once a week unless I write two chapters at once like I did with these two. They will all probably be from John's point of view from now on but I just wanted to explore what actually happened in a bit more detail than Sherlock actually gave John.

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