Heavy steps made its way downstairs, they finally reveal a tired John Watson. He rubs his big, sleepy eyes with his hand palm while yawning. "Morning" you say, from your place next to Sherlock on the couch. "Mornin'" John mumbles, obviously still half asleep. John watches Sherlock suspiciously and says:"Wow, you are actually wearing pants under that blanket, I'm impressed" he smirks at you and explains, after he sees the curiosity reflecting in your eyes:"He never wears pants in the morning. Once we were "invited" into the Buckingham Palace and Sherlock was only covered in a white bed sheet. " Both men start chuckling at the memory, and you just go with it and giggle at the imagination of Sherlock sitting on a fancy sofa only covered by a bed sheet.
John shuffles into the overfilled kitchen and opens the fridge to search for breakfast. From your place on the sofa you can't see directly into the fridge, but you swear you just saw a head on the middle shelf. Your eyes widen in disbelieve, but before you manage to ask Sherlock about it, John starts swearing:"We are out of literally everything, Sherlock!"
You shyly look up at John and offer:" I could go buy some bread...or something else, whatever you want..."
"No, that's not necessary, but thanks" he smiles at you and his eyes lighten up a bit, "Why can't you be more like Abby, Sherlock?"
"Well, first of all..." Sherlock starts, only to get interrupted by the shorter man:"That was a rhetorical question."
"Seriously, I wouldn't mind going. Just tell me what you want" you say and John looks at you and then nods.
"That would be nice, thanks. I put this list..." he answers searching through a pile of magazines, newspaper and paper sheets, "ah, there it is." He says as his head pops up again and hands you a tainted paper with food listed on it. "Thanks he says again, as you put on your gray jacket and leave 221B Baker Street. You casually walk down the street, around the corner and into a tiny supermarket to get all the supplies John had put on the paper. Trying to find the right pack of Cornflakes, you catch sight of a tall man, dressed in a fancy dark suit and black Italian shoes.
He watches you with an umbrella in his right hand, your eyes meet for a second and you smile a little and quickly grab a pack of cornflakes, not caring which one it is, and hurry into the next row.
The tall man with brown, short hair follows you after a small amount of time, and you start getting crept out by that guy. You decide to be breath and take all the courage and walk straight up to him.
You open your mouth, but he is faster:" Hello, your friends with Sherlock, aren't you?"
"Ehm... I just met him, like two days ago, but I suppose so, yes" you stutter and curse yourself for showing weakness. "Why?"
The mysterious guy leans against the umbrella and completely ignores your question.
"I am, as always, concerned about my arch-enemy. If you would keep me up to date, of what's going on in Sherlock's life, I would, of course, pay you more than well for that little assignment"