#nice sherlock

[not-the-wife-of-kronos]

Oh okay then

[not-the-wife-of-kronos]

H-h-how?!

[sher-lockian]

Sherlock trying to not be an asshole is so sweet

[jean-meowjean]

...I was waiting for backup as per regulations when a gentleman appeared through the doors that led to the Egyptian Room. He was armed with what I later discovered to be a fossilised human leg bone and it was only through my quick intervention that he didn't beat the security guard senseless with it.

Police Report from Sgt. Philip Jarrett, 25th March 2011. 

From the BBC Sherlock Casebook.

[hal-is-absolutely-not-ladylike]

A little bit of Johnstrade part II

Here is the next installment of my Johnstrade work, please feel free to tell me what you think.

When Greg woke up John's side of the bed was already cold. So Greg pulled himself up, noting the twinge in his back with a smile at the memory of how it came to be (they would defiantly be trying that position again) and wrapped himself in a blanket to venture towards the kitchen. When he got downstairs Sherlock was seated at the table in front of his microscope, dressed in only his sheet. John turned around and sighed

"Seriously what is it with you two do you have something against clothing?"

"I couldn’t find mine and I don’t have clothes here, so it was either this or nothing, and sunshine I know you wouldn’t have a problem with me traipsing around here naked, I don’t really want him to see my bits. As for him, I think he just gets a kick out of annoying you."

"I do not." Sherlock said defensively not looking up from his microscope "And since this has become such a regularity why don’t you just move in here, you are here a vast majority of the nights in a month and the rest you spend at the yard.  Besides both you and John have been wanting to ask each other about moving in for the last" cursory glance up at John and then Greg to find the exact time "12 days, 8 hours, 7 minutes give or take thirty seconds."

"Sherlock!" John protests not knowing what to say.

"What, it was annoying me, both of you thinking so loudly about it."

"Well… since you mention it, John…" Greg gets out before John stops him by bluntly saying

"Want to move in?"

"Sure." Greg said looking at John with a big grin breaking across his face, John had a similar grin on his face.

"Good now that that is settled, John tea?" Sherlock said destroying the moment.

"Sherlock" John sighed in his long suffering way, Greg cut in

"Make it yourself, John and I going back to bed."

"Are you now?" Sherlock tested

"Yes we are" John said nodding quickly after he had recognized the purely lustful look Greg was giving him.  

Two days later Greg and John awoke to find a large pile of boxes marked 'Greg's things' in the living room.

"Uhm… Sherlock?" John said hesitantly. Sherlock walked over from his room.

"I see Mycroft fulfilled his end of the deal, I suppose I will have to hold mine."

"What deal Sherlock? And is this my stuff?" Greg asked somewhat exasperated after the week he had had.

"Obviously these boxes contain your belongings Lestrade, the deal was that Mycroft, or more accurately some of Mycroft's men, pack and bring your things from your tiny apartment here, the rest of your furniture is in storage. My end of the arrangement was to not flirt with and or harass his latest secretary. I observed that you and John would want to commence cohabitating as soon as possible but after the rough week you had at work I knew you would be in no mood to move your belongings this weekend so I struck a deal with Mycroft to  get you out of it. Besides his latest secretary is blond and a twig, not at all my type."     

"Thanks." Greg said with a small smile.

"Sherlock that was really very good of you, thank you." John said with a proud smile.

"Now if you would both be so kind as to move all of these boxes, they are in my chair and blocking the way to my violin." Sherlock said, after flashing both of them a small smile.