After Hamish had dumbfounded the whole department with his discovery, Sherlock and John decided to order Chinese and but a deluxe batch of food and treats for Hamish. Sherlock and John sat on the couch and ate quietly as they watched TV. Hamish was on Sherlock's lap, purring loudly, and content with its meal. Sherlock looked down and stroked the cat who mewled in pleasure

"Did you enjoy your meal?" the Detective asked to the cat with a voice that was usually reserved for babies or pets.

"God, Sherlock…" John sighed

"What?"

"Out of all the time I've known you; I have never heard you talk like that."

"Like what?"

"In a pouty-baby voice"

"I did no such thing. And who's a good boy?" Sherlock looked back to Hamish as it began nibbling on his fingers.

"Can you even listen to yourself?" John chuckled and stood up. He cleaned away the plates and walked to the kitchen. John rolled up his jumper sleeves and began washing until he heard Sherlock calling for him 5 minutes later

"Uh… John?"

"Yes Sherlock?" he sighed as he rubbed the dishes clean

"I think you might want to come here…"

"Why?"

"Oh, I don't know…" came the reply "Just come and look?"

"Let me finish the dishes Sherlock."

"Perhaps the dishes can wait?" John rolled his eyes and dried his hands before walking into the living room

"What's the ma-" he stopped mid-sentence as he glanced at the room around him. Sherlock sat on the couch with an uneasy look; he was wrapped loosely in a beige coloured thread, as was almost every surface in the room.

"Sherlock…" John started "What happened?" Sherlock smiled hesitantly

"Hamish happened?" John noticed his favourite-beige- jumper on the floor except most of it was merely string, string which decorated the flat's living room

"Are you telling me Hamish did this?"

"Yes." John sighed and made for the remnants of his beloved jumper but something snagged both his feet, causing him to fall over and land –face first- on the carpet.

"What on Earth?" he looked to his feet which he realised was also wrapped tightly in thread.

And, next to his feet, was a, very proud looking, Hamish. His emerald eyes glittered with mischievousness; he had a string hanging from his mouth. John looked to Sherlock and said\

"You're so getting me a new jumper."