Man, I've gotten way too angsty with these recently. Here, have some ridiculous humour instead.
John tumbles into the empty barn with a crash, followed shortly by Sherlock, who trips over him. They've been running from an angry farmer for what seems like an hour now – he wasn't too keen on Sherlock pointing out that not only had he been skimming from the farm's profits, but he'd been intimate with the sheep as well.
John collapses to the ground, trying to catch his breath between giggles.
"I can't…" he wheezes out, laughing. "I still can't believe you said that out loud."
"Well, Lestrade asked me if I had any further reasons to be suspicious of the farmer. I'm pretty sure sexual relations with livestock counts as suspicious."
"Still though! A bloody sheep! No wonder he was furious with you. God, Sherlock, what possesses some people?"
"The fresh air, the natural woodsy aromas." Sherlock looks around, studying the interior of the barn. "Isn't that where they got the expression – a roll in the hay?"
John groans, rubbing his eyes. "Don't you be getting any ideas. I'm sore, I'm tired, and it reeks in here."
Sherlock smirks, clearly joking. "Admit it, John. Life with me is never dull."
"God no, anything but. I can honestly say that when I woke up this morning, I genuinely had no idea I'd be getting embroiled in a case of buggery."
Haha, bet you all thought I would go with the other, less disturbing usage of the word buggery!