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When their shower was done and they were dressing, Sherlock looked around for his phone. "Where's my mobile?" He asked, knowing quite well where he'd left it.
"Where it can no longer threaten our love life, or your brother's." John smiled. Sherlock moaned dramatically.
"He wasn't serious." The detective inspector huffed as he tied his scarf around his neck and slipped on his coat. The driver had been waiting outside for the past twenty minutes and was probably irked but Sherlock saw no reason to rush.
"I'm not taking that chance." John laughed as he pulled on his own coat. They smiled as they headed to the crime scene.