A/N: Hello Duckies. I must say the reviews I've gotten on this story flatter me greatly. I initially had some difficulty writing this chapter but with some help from RBnC (who was the one to give me the initial spark for this story), I was able to get past my bought of writer's block. So with that enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
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The next morning John woke up on the couch and someone was laying next to him tracing patterns on his chest. John opened his eyes to see a pair of snowy blue ones staring back at him. John smiled a soft smile, That wasn't a dream. He leaned over and gave Sherlock a light kiss.
"Morning."
Sherlock returned John's kiss and continued to draw patterns on his chest with a smile.
"Good morning my dear doctor."
John just layed there, gazing at Sherlock, soaking in the intimacy of the moment, never wanting it to end. However his stomach had other ideas, and started protesting loudly. John pressed a kiss to Sherlock's cheek, threw the blanket off of himself and got up from the couch. As he walked to the kitchen, he looked back at a pouting Sherlock and chuckled. He busied himself making toast and tea for the two of them. John was spreading jam on his toast when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a pair of lips kiss the back of his neck. John leaned his head back on Sherlock's shoulder and smiled.
"You know you're going to have to move."
Sherlock hummed his discontent, but let go of John, opting to sit down at the table and watch John make breakfast shirtless. John finished what he was doing and set down a cup of tea and toast in front of Sherlock and sat across from him with his own breakfast. Sherlock was still studying John when Lestrade came strolling through the door.
Greg saw the two shirtless men at the table and smirked before dropping a folder in front of Sherlock. "I need your help on this case Sherlock".
Sherlock blinked and flipped open the folder, glancing at the various photos and reports.
"There's been five murders over the last two weeks. So far we've been able to keep this from the media, but I don't know how long it will stay quiet. There doesn't seem to be an obvious connection between victims except how they were murdered and the phrase he carves into them."
John pulled one of the photos out of the folder and examined the words carved into the victims' arm.
"Curam ubi Spectes"
"Take care where you look" Sherlock translated, flicking his eyes over to John with a smile before going back to examining the autopsy report of the third victim.
Lestrade cleared his throat, "Not quite sure what he means by that. So far, the killer hasn't left any DNA behind and there isn't a visible pattern to how he chooses his victims. If it wasn't for that phrase, we wouldn't have thought to connect them. So will you help?"
"I'd like to examine the bodies myself."
"They're at St. Barts with Molly. Does this mean you'll help."
"Of course. Now run along Lestrade, I'm sure Mycroft is getting lonely."
Lestrade glared at Sherlock "Call me if you find anything" and he left. John watched the exchange, a little confused, but he shrugged it off and cleaned up his dirty dishes.
"So I expect you'll be at St. Barts all day."
Sherlock didn't glance up from the report, "Hmmm. Yes I need to make my own observations."
John smiled, walked over to Sherlock and wrapped his arms around the genius, resting his chin on Sherlock's shoulder.
"I have to be at the surgery soon, so do you want to meet up here tonight for dinner?"
"That sounds fine" Sherlock answered distractedly.
John placed a kiss on Sherlock's cheek and left to get ready for work.
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I know it's terribly short, but between the flu from hell, midterms, and leaving my writing notebook at my mom's, I haven't been able to write more. Plus this has a natural stopping point. Frankie has been in hiding since before I got sick, and I'm starting to get worried (I may have to employ a certain consulting detective to find him). If you didn't know already I put progress updates on my profile. I may just make Thursdays my update day, we'll see. Tah Tah darlings.
