Oh dear. and all we were talking about was the songs that get stuck in your head! Inspired by 'Freakin'At The Freaker's Ball, written by Shel Silverstein, and sung by Dr Hook
Disclaimer: As ever we don't own the boys, and we don't own the song. We make nothing from this but a lot of noise as our giggles fill our respective houses - hope you giggle too

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'John. Who bought this Dr Hook CD? - SH'

'That's mine – I've had it for years. Why? JW'

'Oh, no reason. I just wondered - SH'

'Have you got a patient with you, or are you alone in your consulting room? - SH'

'I'm catching up on paper work – I've got half an hour before my next patient. Please tell me there isn't anything I need to do for you at the moment? JW'

'Not right this moment, maybe later though - have you still got that motorbike jacket that Bill lent you? - SH'

"Ummm, yes. It's in the closet. Do you need it for a case? Please be careful with it. JW'

'Don't worry, John. I won't damage it. - SH'

'Sherlock, what are you up to and why is my Spidey-sense tingling? JW'

'Why, John, do you assume I'm 'up to' anything? Can your flatmate not ask you a simple question with you assuming the worst? - SH'

'And what is your 'Spidey-sense'? Is it a new kind of sex toy? And why is this the first I've heard of it? - SH'

'You shouldn't keep new toys to yourself Dr Watson'

'Sherlock! What the hell? I was drinking coffee and now it's sprayed all over these forms! Sex toys! I said no to those after the last time! Spidey-sense! It's from Spiderman! He uses it…oh never mind! JW'

'And of course I assume the worst! It's you! What are you up to? JW'

'Really John? So many exclamation points? Anyway, it doesn't matter now - forget I said anything. - SH'

'Oh don't you dare pout! What…wait a minute…what song have you been listening to?'JW'

'Do you think they mean real butter? Or that awful scented body butter stuff that Molly is so fond of? Can you guess which song, my so sexy doctor? – SH'

'Oh…my…god! Oh…ummm. What? I…uh…no, I…uh…well. JW'

'I've got a better idea. Don't worry, I'll ask Mrs Hudson to add it to her shopping list this afternoon – SH

'John, I can't find my old blue suitcase. Did you put it in the wardrobe in the upstairs bedroom? – SH'

'Dear god, Sherlock! Do you know what's going through my mind right now? Why do you do this to me when I have a patient coming in in ten minutes? Are you seriously going to ask Mrs Hudson to buy butter? And what the hell do you need that suitcase for? JW'

'I need that suitcase because my leather trousers are in it, John. Tight, arse hugging, leave nothing to the imagination leather trousers, John. Made of very soft, very supple hide, John. – SH'

'Oh, and I asked Mrs H to get more than just butter, John. – SH'

'You CANNOT ask Mrs Hudson to pick up what I think you are going to ask her to pick up! Wait! What are you going to ask her to pick up? JW'

'Did you say tight, arse hugging, leave nothing to the imagination LEATHER trousers? JW'

'Yes John, that's exactly what I said – so tight I can't possibly wear anything underneath them – SH'

'Don't worry about Mrs Hudson – I told her it was for an experiment. She said she can quite believe it. What do you think she meant? – SH

'I've found the suitcase…. – SH'

First of all Mrs Hudson would believe and does believe anything and everything of you! Secondly Oh Dear Lord! Thirdly I have asked Sarah to take my last few patients. I am on my way. Told her I have an emergency and believe me when I tell you I have an emergency when I think of you in those trousers! And fourthly…do you know where your riding crop is?' JW'

'Could you call into Bart's on your way home? I left it in the mortuary – SH'