"Johnnnn…" Sherlock whined from the kitchen and John sighed
"What Sherlock? I'm busy"
"Do you know where Hamish is?" Sherlock walked into the living room
"No."
"I haven't seen him since yesterday evening." Sherlock pouted
"Maybe he's had enough of you…" John muttered
"I heard that!" Sherlock said sharply "Besides, who was the one who brought him to good ol' Baker Street?" John sighed
"Ugh. Me…"
"And who was the one who wanted to keep him?"
"You." Sherlock paused
"Oh. Of course… Just help me find him!"
"Nope."
"But why…?" Sherlock moaned
"Because he's your cat."
"He's technically yours as well." John looked up and saw Sherlock's lip quivering like a kid would if he wanted something and his eyes looked as if they were close to tears.
"Oh for- Fine! I'll keep an eye out for him" Sherlock's child face evaporated and he grinned wickedly
"Good! Because I'm going to the morgue!"
"Wait, hang on!" but Sherlock was already gone. John sighed and tapped in his laptop, his phone rang and he looked the text
10:25 AM
Found him yet? SH John replied
10:25
Nope I've been searching everywhere JW
10:26
Shame SH
10:26
Yeah JW
10:30
You haven't taken him to the animal Sanctuary have you? SH
10:31
What? No! Why would you say that? JW
10:31
Don't know but it sounds like something that you would do. SH
10:32
What on Earth are you two talking about? MH
10:32
Dammit Mycroft! Stop tracking our texts! JW
10:32
This conversation is private SH
10:33
Not anymore MH
10:33
I swear to God Mycroft, leave now or- I don't know! I'll do something! JW
10: 34
I'd like to see you try MH
10:35
Fine! How about this conversation becomes something a lot different than a chat between friends? JW
10:36
I'd like to see where this is going SH
10:36
You wouldn't dare. MH
10:37
Oh I would. Remember that time when Sherlock was drugged by Irene Adler? And he was rambling on like a lunatic? Well, it took all of my willpower not to jump on him then and there, while he was vulnerable. JW
10:38
Dear God John. I never knew you could go so low… I like it. SH
10:39
And you know what? JW
10:39
John Hamish Watson! Cease this conversation immediately! MH
10:40
Full name Mycroft? You're not my big brother JW
10:40
Good one John. SH
10:40
Leave this Conversation now before I do worse. JW
10:41
Fine! Fine! MH
10:42
Hello? JW
10:43
Mycroft? SH
10:43
Wow, I guess he is gone. JW
10:43
Anyway back to Hamish. SH
10:45
What about him? JW
10:45
Have you found him yet? SH
10:46
I've told you already, I've tried really hard to find him. JW
10:47
No you haven't SH
10:47
How would you know? JW
10:48
Turn around SH
John did as he was told and shrieked at Sherlock who was standing directly behind him.
"Bloody Hell Sherlock!" John exclaimed as he toppled off the sofa. Sherlock chuckled as he helped John to his feet
"Why can't you ever be normal?"
"Because normal is boring."
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you haven't moved a limb since I left" John's cheeks flushed
"You didn't leave at all did you?"
"No I did not."
"God. Why'd you do that anyway?"
"It was an experiment. Anyway I'm going to make a cup of tea do you want one?"
"Yes please." Sherlock walked into the kitchen and hummed to himself as the tea boiled. John heard a scraping at the door and he frowned. He got up and opened the door, his brow furrowed as nobody was there. He heard a soft purring and looked down to see Hamish scraping against his legs. Hamish was soaking wet and water was dripping onto the carpet.
"There you are Hamish." John said with a smile
"Sherlock's been looking for you everywhere." The cat seemed to had something in its mouth as it entered the flat, it made a wet paw print every time it took a step
"What's that?" the cat looked at John with green eyes and jumped onto the table and dumped the contents of its mouth on it. John frowned and looked at what it was; as he got closer his face went green.
It was a dead mouse.
John squealed in horror and recoiled away; then Sherlock burst into the room
"What's wrong John?! Has something happened to Hamish?" John glared at his friend for not noticing his pale face but replied nonetheless
"O-On the t-table…" he stammered. Sherlock looked at the cat as it brought the corpse of the mouse in front of John he squealed again and backed away slightly. Sherlock chuckled
"I think he likes you." Sherlock smirked
"Shut up Sherlock."
