Nothing is mine.
"Just what exactly does Sherlock need one thousand individual cat hairs for?" muttered John as he carefully laid each one flat on the table. "And different cat hairs? Seriously?" John had been counting since 10 that morning when Sherlock demanded that he help him with an experiment.
Now, here it was twelve hours later with no mad consulting detective around to begin his experiment.
Finally, John heard Sherlock's familiar tread on the steps and looked up ready to greet the other man.
To John's irritation the other man was Mycroft who accidentally scattered the carefully counted cat hair all over the flat.
Thank you for reading.