I GOT BOTH OF THE REQUESTS FOR THE STORYS AND THOUGHT I WOULD MAKE THEM HAPPEN IN THE SAME STORY! ENJOY!
"Holmes, what is this?" Watson asked as he walked into the sitting room.
Holmes looked up, and when he saw what Watson was holding, let out a cry of shock, turned beat red, and snatched the object out of his hand.
"That was not for you to see!" he yelled as he locked it in his desk.
"Holmes, who was that touching letter from?" Watson asked with a huge grin.
"I won't say!"
"Sherry? Why, I think I know who sent it."
Sherlock shot Watson a cold look and said, "Yes, it was to my mother when I was 3."
Watson walked out of the room and called over his shoulder, "Lestrade would love to hear about this."
Holmes chased Watson down the street cussing and swearing as Watson ran to the police building laughing.