For some reason that night I had the best sleep of my life. Maybe it was because I knew I finally had a day off starting tomorrow or maybe it was because Claire had suddenly started creeping into every dream I was having. I could still see myself standing there with her in the break room. I was yelling at her for eating all of my Starburst while I was asleep and in true fashion she yelled back telling me how wasteful I was. The next thing I knew I felt her lips come crashing into mine followed by a very familiar tingling sensation that radiated from my thighs to my groin. I felt her untuck my shirt from my pants and part of me wanted to stop her for she had not a clue what she was getting herself into. Her fingers made their way up my shirt tracing the line of fine hair I had going from my navel to my nether regions. By now she was biting my lower lip so hard she drew blood. Her hand then grabbed my growing want tightly and I was done for. I closed my eyes tightly as her hand moved rapidly around my throbbing dick. I then knew I was dreaming for Claire was far to experienced in the hand job department and rather than feel like a complete pedophile I decided to enjoy it. Over the next few minutes the noises I made were certainly not human and I didn't care who heard me. I curled my toes as I came hard.

My eyes then flew open and I sat up in the bed. My entire body was drenched in sweat and I felt that certain warm feeling between my legs the same one I always got after I had an orgasm. I lifted the sheets and groaned loudly. What was I 15? Only teenage boys had nocturnal emissions and I was almost certain that I hadn't had one in years. I crawled out of bed slightly embarrassed by the entire ordeal and removed my soiled pajamas tossing them into the clothes hamper along with all the other dirty clothes. I had a quick shower cleaning my dirtied soul of its impure thoughts. I stepped out, got dressed, grabbed the bag of dirty clothing and headed out into the living room. Sherlock was on the phone with someone which was very unusual for he preferred to text 99% of the time. I threw the bag down on the floor and sat down in my armchair listening in on his conversation.

"That sounds nice." He said giggling to himself. "So is this before or after you sit on my face?"

"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" I yelled not expecting to hear what I had just heard. I thought for sure by now there was bright red blood trickling from my ears as I stood up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Are you really having a sex conversation over the phone?"

"Hold on." He told the person on the other line before looking at me. "What gave you that idea? Oh no it's just John."

"With Claire? God you know you have a bedroom to lock yourself up in. You can lay in their naked and touch yourself as much as you want, but this is a public area we'll have none of that." The beast inside of me was growling loudly I could hear it ringing in my ears. How could he be so careless about my feelings? Then again for all he knew I hated her guts so it wasn't his fault.

"It's a living room."

"Exactly! People live in it! Good God you're so…never mind just continue on with your conversation." I grabbed the bag of dirty laundry and headed out the door the images of Sherlock doing sexual things to Claire fresh in my mind. It angered me and made me sick to my stomach. I quickly arrived at the launderette and for a few minutes I was distracted by the task at hand. I was never particularly good at washing laundry, but I did well enough to make my mother proud. I placed the clothes into the washer and paid my dues. I then found a comfy plastic chair in the corner with a copy of Reader's Digest placed upon it. I took a seat and began to skim through the magazine waiting for my clothes to be done. The time passed by quickly and I stood up the moment I heard the loud buzzing noise erupt from my machine. I opened the door and stared into its dark abyss. I pulled out my nice white work shirt and stared at it. It was the most vibrant color pink I had ever seen. I reached in and began to toss the wet clothing into a basket finally finding the one bright red sock that had somehow gotten mixed up with my whites. I sighed loudly knowing there was nothing I could really do. I accepted the fact that I now had a wardrobe full of pink shirts and proceeded to the dryers. As I began to load the clothes into the machine I heard a tap at the window next to me. I turned my head and saw Claire standing there a wide smile on her face. She waved at me which confused me greatly. I raised one eyebrow and simply watched as she stepped inside.

"Wow I didn't expect to see you here. I thought for sure Sherlock was the more domesticated one."

I rolled my eyes and finished what I was doing slamming the door shut. "Please. I'm surprised Sherlock can wipe his own arse." For a second I thought I heard her laugh, but when I looked at her, her face was emotionless. "What are you doing here anyways?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was on my way to your flat and I saw you through the window. Thought I'd say hi." I didn't hear a thing she said for I was too busy digging in my pockets for change. I finally found some and as I pulled it out something other than change fell out as well. I stared down at the unwrapped condom for a split second not wanting to bring attention to it. I turned back and began to feed the machine. "You dropped your condom."

I winced and could suddenly feel about 10 pair of eyes staring at me. "Say it a little louder next time!" I said sternly before bending down to pick it up. As I did I felt a hand grab one of my arse cheeks tightly and I froze. Did she just really grab my arse? I stood up slowly and by the time I was ready to place the condom back into my pocket she had vanished. I wasn't sure what to think. I know what I felt, but could it be possible that I was simply imagining things? Just as my clothes began to dry another familiar face walked in. "Greg!" I yelled as he rushed past me.

Lestrade stared at me with his big brown eyes before giving me a soft smile. "Oh hey. Sorry I'm in kind of a rush. My girlfriend decided to wait until the last minute to tell me her parents were coming over and there were dirty clothes everywhere. How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

I leaned against one of the machines and crossed my arms watching him quickly throw his clothes into the washer. "Busy. I'm working afternoon shifts now down at the clinic."

"So that's why I didn't see you Friday."

I held my breath for a moment trying to process the simple sentence he had just said. "Excuse me?"

"We had a case Friday morning. Turned out to be a murder suicide. Sherlock brought some dishy brunette with him."

My stomach was on fire as he mentioned Claire. "He brought Claire to the crime scene with him?"

"I guess that's her name. Introduced her as your stand in."

"That bastard." I mumbled under my breath before smiling at him. "How nice."

"She's something else. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was interested in her."

"He is. She's my new boss by the way."

He chuckled. "That must be awkward."

"Not really. I hate the bitch."

"Oh come on that's a little harsh." He finished what he was doing and grabbed his empty basket tucking it under his arm. "Well I must be going. It was nice running into you. Tell Sherlock I said hello."

There were a lot of things I was going to tell Sherlock and Lestrade saying hello would be the last thing. I titled my head still very much irritated by the news that Sherlock had seemingly replaced me. I was angry and I was hurt, but I still managed to force a smile. I simply nodded and replied "I'll tell him. Don't worry."