Watson walked into the sitting room and sat down to write out a new story. After a few pages, he closed his notebook, yawned, and went up to bed.
The next day, at breakfast, Holmes asked Watson, "and what are you going to name this one Watson?"
Watson frowned and said, "I named it something, but I forgot. Let me check in my note book."
Watson took his notebook out of his desk, opened it to the right page, and let out a yell of shock. All of his notes from the other day were missing!
"Holmes!" Watson yelled as he spun to face Holmes, "What have you done to my notes?!"
Holmes grinned and pointed to the fire. Watsons face, To Holmes, was priceless. Then it turned to the very image of fury.
"YOU BURNED MY NOTES!?" Watson roared as he threw down his note book next to the fire. "Why would you do that?"
Holmes walked over to the notebook, picked it up, and showed the pages to Watson. Amazingly, they were there again. Watson threw Holmes a stunned look before he walked over to his ink well, and tipped the contents into an empty tea cup. What came out was a clear liquid.
"Invisible ink. Nice Holmes." Watson said with relief that his work had not completely been destroyed.
Just then, Lestrade came in and sat down at the table. "Is this anyone's cup?" he asked pointing to the cup with the ink in it?
Before Watson or Holmes could stop him, He drank it.
:) Hehe.