John snugged closer to Sherlock, "Sherlock, I love having you here, but aren't you going to blow your cover by showing up to work late?"
Sherlock pulled John closer and whispered, "John, my cover was blown when I climbed into your hospital bed with you."
John laughed and then winced as the vibrations rattled through his head. "Well, Sherlock since you've already blown your cover we may as well sleep in."
Sherlock propped his chin up on his hand, "John Watson, what might we deduce about your last sentence? Sleep in, hmmm, cover blown hmm…Ah, I have it you want me to blow you under the covers and then sleep in."
John laughed uncontrollably as Sherlock dove under the covers like an errant puppy, rustling the sheets and throwing around the blankets in disarray. John laughed until Sherlock touched his thigh. Then John's sigh of laughter morphed into a sigh of ecstasy as Sherlock's lips teased and seduced John into a state of aroused frenzy, thus proving Sherlock's brilliant powers of deduction to be correct.
Later after things had climaxed out to their logical conclusion, Sherlock watched John as he slept. It was always a fascinating process that Sherlock never tired of. Sherlock then reached over and fingered the curl of hair behind John's ear until he felt the egg size lump that John had obtained when his attacker had pummeled his head on the ship's deck. Frowning Sherlock withdrew his hand and let the facts immerse his brain. Why did Elsa contact John and why didn't she meet him at the rendezvous point? Was she the one who hit him over the head and if not where was she now? And what about Laura, where did she fit into all this?
A small scratching sound at the door made Sherlock stop musing in his mind palace and he sighed in irritation as he got up to see what it was. As soon as Sherlock left the bed John was instantly awake. "Sherlock, what is it?" John asked as Sherlock opened the door. "Uh, Sherlock, you're naked. Don't you think you should put something on?"
Sherlock ignored a shrieking female voice as he bent down and retrieved an object that lay just outside their front door. After he shut the door Sherlock looked over at John and said, "What was that John?"
John chuckled as he shook his head, "Nothing, Sherlock, nothing." He was about to say something else but stopped when he saw the stricken look on Sherlock's face. "Sherlock, what is it?" John asked quietly.
Sherlock approached the bed and handed the black orchid in its coffin shaped case to John. John read the note and frowned. "Who do you think it's from, Sherlock?"
A knock at the door interrupted anything that Sherlock was going to say and after eyeing John's disapproving gaze, he hastily grabbed a robe and opened the door.
"What is it?" Sherlock snapped at three men in uniform that stood at the door.
"Sherlock Holmes?" One of the men stated.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Yes, very good you are a proper genius you are, sir."
Ignoring Sherlock's sarcasm, the man pushed his way inside the cabin and towards the bed where he looked down at John. "Sir, are you John Watson-Holmes?"
John looked defensive when he answered, "Yes, who the hell do you think you are, barging in here like this?"
The man looked at John and said, "I am head of security here on the ship and I am to take you to the brig for questioning in the disappearance of Elsa Strauss. We have a witness that says that you had a struggle with Elsa and then you pushed your chair into her and knocked her overboard. Since, Elsa is not aboard the ship we need to question you."
John looked over at Sherlock and laughed, "Is this some joke of yours?"
Sherlock's pale face gave John the answer.
The security officer had begun to lose patience as he looked at John's horrified expression. "Mr. Watson or should I say Doctor, please get dressed and come with us? We'll leave for a moment and give you some privacy."
After he shut the door Sherlock rushed to John's side, "Come on we're getting out of here on one of the life rafts that I saw in…"
John shook his head and then attempted to soothe Sherlock with his tone of voice, "Sherlock, I can't run you know that. Come on help me get dressed. It's alright I am sure this is just some sort of misunderstanding."