20 years later. 6:15am
"John!"
No answer
"John!"
"What?" the annoyed voice of Doctor John Watson floated down the stairs. He was currently trying to get some sleep. His best friend, the one who had called his name, was Sherlock Holmes. The only consulting detective in the world. He was not in his bedroom, trying not to go to sleep. He was, as far as john knew, was trying to see how long a person could go without sleeping. He was 4 hours in and coping. Apparently a man's alibi depended on it. At least that's what Sherlock had said.
"John!" came an even louder shout.
"What!?"
"I need another coffee?"
"Get it yourself!"
"Walking will tire me, tiring me will make me fall asleep think John!"
There was a spring of a mattress and a yawning John Watson emerged from his bedroom and into the living room. When he saw what was in there he gave a little "eek!" of surprise and covered his eyes with his hands. He counted to 3 and peeked through his fingers, only to find that he hadn't imagined it after all. Sherlock was lying on the sofa, in his thinking position, wearing nothing except for a conveniently placed pillow.
"Oh God Sherlock!"
"Morning John"
"What the hell are you doing? Where are your clothes?"
"In the bedroom. I needed a change of scenery"
"Why are you not wearing any clothes?"
"Oh I don't know. I just felt like it."
"Sherlock-"John was cut off by the sound of Sherlock's mobile ringing. Before Sherlock could move John had picked up the phone shouting hurriedly
"I'll get it!" he answered it, listened for a moment then passed the phone to Sherlock
"It's Mycroft"
Sherlock groaned, but put the phone to his ear. Almost immediately his face turned from board to excited. John knew that face. It meant something interesting had come up. John watched Sherlock's face change again to a confused but intrigued expression.
"Ok I will" he said finally and hung up. He looked up and smiled at John
"The game is on!" he cried and before john could stop him, he had swung his long legs off the sofa and stood up. John gave another little "eeeekkkk!" and slapped his hands over his face. Sherlock strode past him, without a sound, striding into his bedroom. John, his hands still over his face, also tried to walk into his bedroom, but ended up walking into the coffee table.
10 minutes later they were both stepping out of Baker Street and into a cab.
"So Sherlock" started John but Sherlock cut across him.
"You're about to ask why- don't"
"You don't even know what I'm talking about!"
"Yes I do, the same way I know you've just changed you're Facebook status to single, that you didn't have your morning tea and Catherine broke up with you last night" Sherlock said this all in one breath so to the poor driver it sounded like gobbly gook. To John however, he goggled at Sherlock. Sherlock looked at him and sighed.
"Really John you should know by now I can do those deductions. You must be used to it. Your question is why we are in a cab at 6:30 in the morning. A perfectly simple question that has quite a complicated answer."
John shook himself and said "Why?"
"Why? Because I received a phone call from my enigmatic brother, with a matter that I brought to his attention, which has become quite an interesting case indeed"
John tried to speak again, but every time was hushed by Sherlock. Evidently he was thinking about the information he had received. They stayed like that for the rest of the journey.