It's a bit of a short one, but I needed this as some sort of run up to the next chapter. Don't kill me, I've loads of ideas for the next chapters :) Enjoy and please, stick with me. It'll all turn out fine. Well, when I say fine...

"And?" Mycroft asked, dragging his brother back to the present. "Did you catch the Chinese?"

Sherlock sighed. "No, he ran away and disappeared."

"Well," Mycroft said slowly, "at least John forgave you. That's a good thing, right? But what are you going to do now?"

"The restaurant was closed this morning, I think we will try again and see if that man is at home or no. "

Both men sat down in silence, each deep sunken into their own thoughts. After a while, soft footsteps on the stairs were heard. Sherlock rose from the sofa immediately and opened the door for his friend, and offered to carry the bags. The tall man who was John glanced in Sherlock's eyes and smiled slightly, glad to hand the heavy bags to his friend. Sherlock smiled in response and only after Mycroft coughed did he turn around and headed towards the kitchen.

"Well, John," Mycroft started, which earned him a look from the curly man. "You two swopped, so my brother told me. It must be confusing."

"Yes, it is." John turned around and helped his friend in the kitchen to store away all the groceries. Mycroft couldn't hide a smile and rose too. He peeped around the corner into the kitchen and said: "Sherlock, John, I'm off, there's loads of work to do. Let me know if you need some help. With anything, perhaps I can figure something out."

Without looking up, Sherlock answered: "oh, thanks brother dear, but I don't deem that necessary."

The tall man with the umbrella left the flat.

In the flat, the groceries were stored away, and both men sat down with their well deserved cup of tea. "What are we going to do now?" John asked.

"Don't know," Sherlock answered pensively. "Well, I'm bored, but you probably know that already."

"Don't you have any experiments to do?" John proposed, sipping from his cuppa.

"Hmm… Good idea John. Fetch something from Bart's morgue for me, will ye?" he said as he closed his eyes and curled up on the sofa.

John sighed and stood up. He grabbed Sherlock's coat again and put it on, as well as the scarf. "Well, I'm getting better and better at this. How do I look?" he asked teasingly.

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at his friend with big puppy-eyes. "John, don't do that. I told you I'm sorry and I meant it."

"Just joking, Sherlock. No worries, it's all fine," John shouted over his shoulder when he leaped down the stairs. Mrs. Hudson opened her door and looked at John's back. "Are you two alright? You are calling each other by the wrong name? Is this one of your experiments?"

John froze in mid-movement. "Erm, yes, Mrs. Hudson, it is a very interesting experiment, yes. I'll explain to you later," he yelled before the door closed behind him. He decided to walk to Bart's. he pretended to do so because he liked walking, whereas it was because of the swirling coat and the admiring looks from the women he got. Well, he'd better enjoy if for once, who knew when this would be over.

Sherlock in the mean time lay on the sofa, until suddenly he realized his mistake. Molly. John was going to the morgue, and Molly was there. Well, John knew how to behave, he had adapted better than Sherlock. But still, somehow Sherlock was really worried. Would everything be okay?

He shrugged; there was nothing he could do about it now. So he sat up, straightened his jumper and walked towards the kitchen. It was time to prepare John a surprise.

I told you it was a short one. Molly will be up soon. :) If you have some ideas or suggestions, perhaps some requests, don't hesitate to post them.