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Tokyo Sky Tree Investigation

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-Giving a quick glance over towards the empty suitcases in which John was pointing to Sherlock quickly lost interest and only half listened to the slew of words that fell from John’s mouth, knowing full well what they all were before they even reached his ears. Sherlock never really needed to be reminded of anything honestly, it was hard for him to forget such things unless it was just plain useless information, like names of celebrities or the latest gossip. Sighing Sherlock would drag his feet over to his suitcase, actually listening to John for once. Well he didn’t have anything better to do, so I guess this is what it came down to. Before touching the case he began to turn around and talk to John.- Must you always scold me and worry about me like I am a child? I know everything that I have to pack and was not going to forget anything, so quite worrying. You act like a housewife sometimes with all that worrying you do, John. Just relax and enjoy everything, because well this is one of the biggest cases we have had in awhile so it should be exciting.

-He flashed John one of his notorious smiles before leaning over and picking up his suitcase.- Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get packing we have a big day tomorrow and I’m afraid that you may worry yourself to death if I don’t pack this instant. -Sherlock would tease John as he began to walk in the direction of his bedroom, passing by the kitchen as he did so. Reaching his bedroom door he twisted the brass door knob and allowed the smell of familiarity to waft through his nostrils. He dragged the suitcase behind him letting the wheels scrape against the wooden floor, before pulling it past the door frame and hoisting it up onto his bed. It made a plopping noise as it hit the mattress.

Walking over to his dresser he quickly opened all of the drawers and began throwing numerous objects towards the open suitcase on his bed. Pants, button up shirts, underwear and various other clobber were thrown about all somehow landing right into the suitcase, he didn’t even care that they were all disheveled and tossed about. Reaching into the back of his top dresser he pulled out a little glass pipe that held winding black fused designs, This was the only object thus far that he tucked intricately into one of the pockets of the suitcase followed by a bag of so called ‘herbs’. After that Sherlock then proceeded to pull out his wallet and various other things including deodorant  shampoo, conditioner, and all the essentials really. Not really caring where he put them he just threw those into the luggage case as well. Almost finished he walked out to the dining room table carrying the case within his arms. Setting it down onto the dining room chair he then proceeded to use a single arm sweeping it along the dinning room table causing all of his equipment to be pushed into the enormous suitcase. Proud of his handy work he zipped up the case, pulled out the extendable handle, sat it down on the floor and began to wheel it into the other room where John was still messing around with his suitcase.

It only took Sherlock a record of two minutes to pack his suitcase, whereas it seemed as though John had been packing for days already. Wheeling his luggage over to where John was he then lifted up the now heavy suitcase and sat it down on the couch next to John’s. Afterwards he began to speak.- “There are you happy now? Now you don’t have to worry.” -He would poke John’s nose as payback for earlier. Sherlock really was like a child sometimes, playing these little games. It did not matter though since they did provide relief to his boredom. John really was the only person in this world that he had not grown bored with. This was something that he needn’t say out loud since it was a silent truth between the two.- 

Instantly, the man got up from where he was sitting and unzipped Sherlock’s suitcase to peer inside. He saw the limited amount of clothing that he had packed, and the other things crammed to the side as if they didn’t matter. Of course, Holiday’s weren’t intentionally there first priority, especially Sherlock’s. Lately, there hasn’t really been much crime in London, and then the crime’s in Tokyo had a connection to London’s government. It was a bit confusing, but Sherlock became rather interested extremely early than he had expected. He was sure the other wasn’t up to much of leaving the country, let alone getting on the plane. The man was always full of surprises, however, and this being the ultimate. John rummaged through the suitcase, folded the shirt’s as they were and sighed. He dropped the lid to the case, zipped it back up and looked over toward his flatmate, shaking his head in response. “This is all you’re packing? Who knows how long we’ll be there. I don’t necessarily know how to go shopping in other countries, the money situation usually throws me off.” 

He’d stand there in front of the suitcases now, pondering whether or not he should go within the other’s room and pack a bit more clothing than what he had already attempting to. Although that required walking, and going through Sherlock’s things which then resulted to him bickering about personal space and boundaries. Surely they have been with one another long enough to interpreted that such a thing never existed between them. Although, thinking about it now- He wasn’t really allowed in Sherlock’s room without permission otherwise, and Sherlock has never tried going up in his room -from what he knows- and he wouldn’t allow his flatmate to go through his things. Even though from time to time the detective guesses his password and get’s it right. Who knows how, but he does. With that, John now hid his laptop up in his room where he did his blogging casually from time to time where he wanted Sherlock to sleep.

They barely allowed each other’s things to get touched by hands but their own. Right now simply was different, and he didn’t really want to discuss anything anymore. So hesitantly  John closed the suitcases and made sure the cargo tickets were tightly placed around the handle bars for tomorrow departure to Tokyo Japan. 

With eyelids heavy, he walked back over on the sofa, took a seat and leaned back to look out the window. With Sherlock beside him, the lips sealed at the aura around them was tense. He didn’t know what to say anymore, nor what to do. All they could do is wait till tomorrow morning when they were assigned to leave. Now was just a down time, a time which they rarely had. John leaned a bit, put his hands together and stared down at them. His hands of faded scars and that of a soldier  parasitically dry. He’d blink tiredly and looked over toward Sherlock’s direction, finding that he hasn’t really changed from when he was standing just moments before. “You should pack more shirts” He said, trying to bring up a topic, but sadly everything else just slipped away. 

He didn’t really think that he had packed to little, since the plan was that they were only going to be there for a week. It was never his style to pack too much honestly, if anything if he ran out of clothes then he would just buy more, it was as simple as that. Responding to John’s earlier statement about him not packing enough shirts Sherlock licked his lips before speaking in John’s direction. “Would it make you feel better if I packed more shirts? You know if I run out I can always purchase more from one of the outlet stores close by where we are staying. And you don’t have to worry about the money, John I shall take care of everything. But just incase you need to use yen for something or another one british pound sterling  is almost 128 yen. For the most part though I shall handle all of the expenses, so you needn’t worry your little head off about it.” The consulting detective would smile for once, this case was making him so ecstatic and giddy. Already he couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come, even if he did dread boarding a plane.

There was however one minor detail that Sherlock had forgotten to mention to John entirely. They were no longer boarding a public service plane, instead the owner of tokyo sky tree who was their clientele for this case had arranged for a private plane to pick them up tomorrow afternoon. This was one detail he didn’t think mattered if he told John or not, or maybe he just wasn’t sure how to tell John that there was only one bed aboard the plane and that it was an overnight flight. He would shrug the thought away, it didn’t matter. Sharing a bed with John would be fine, nothing out of the ordinary…”Friends share beds together right?” he thought to himself, being slightly troubled by this but not admitting it to himself. ”Well no use worrying about it now. I’ll just, bring up the subject now”

Turning around to face John’s direction, completing the thoughts that were running around in his head, he walked over and sat on the sofa next to his partner before striking up more conversation. “John?” The consulting detective debated whether or not if he should bring up the details about tomorrow or if he should just lead John around like he always did. Deciding on the later he changed the topic. “So did you notify your current girlfriend that you are going on this trip? What was her name again? Lucy? or was it Tara? I can’t remember you always seem to have a different one every time I turn around.” He swallowed the bitterness that stung his throat not knowing what this feeling was. At least he would have John all to himself this week, since it was just him and John embarking on a new case in a foreign country who spoke a language that John was not familiar with. Luckily though Sherlock already knew how to speak fluent Japanese. That was beside the point though, the point was that Sherlock would be able to monopolize John even more than normal and not have to worry about others getting in the way. “Well what was her name again?” he repeated himself waiting for an answer.

Tokyo Sky Tree Investigation

hisonefriend:

married-to-my-work

-Giving a quick glance over towards the empty suitcases in which John was pointing to Sherlock quickly lost interest and only half listened to the slew of words that fell from John’s mouth, knowing full well what they all were before they even reached his ears. Sherlock never really needed to be reminded of anything honestly, it was hard for him to forget such things unless it was just plain useless information, like names of celebrities or the latest gossip. Sighing Sherlock would drag his feet over to his suitcase, actually listening to John for once. Well he didn’t have anything better to do, so I guess this is what it came down to. Before touching the case he began to turn around and talk to John.- Must you always scold me and worry about me like I am a child? I know everything that I have to pack and was not going to forget anything, so quite worrying. You act like a housewife sometimes with all that worrying you do, John. Just relax and enjoy everything, because well this is one of the biggest cases we have had in awhile so it should be exciting.

-He flashed John one of his notorious smiles before leaning over and picking up his suitcase.- Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get packing we have a big day tomorrow and I’m afraid that you may worry yourself to death if I don’t pack this instant. -Sherlock would tease John as he began to walk in the direction of his bedroom, passing by the kitchen as he did so. Reaching his bedroom door he twisted the brass door knob and allowed the smell of familiarity to waft through his nostrils. He dragged the suitcase behind him letting the wheels scrape against the wooden floor, before pulling it past the door frame and hoisting it up onto his bed. It made a plopping noise as it hit the mattress.

Walking over to his dresser he quickly opened all of the drawers and began throwing numerous objects towards the open suitcase on his bed. Pants, button up shirts, underwear and various other clobber were thrown about all somehow landing right into the suitcase, he didn’t even care that they were all disheveled and tossed about. Reaching into the back of his top dresser he pulled out a little glass pipe that held winding black fused designs, This was the only object thus far that he tucked intricately into one of the pockets of the suitcase followed by a bag of so called ‘herbs’. After that Sherlock then proceeded to pull out his wallet and various other things including deodorant  shampoo, conditioner, and all the essentials really. Not really caring where he put them he just threw those into the luggage case as well. Almost finished he walked out to the dining room table carrying the case within his arms. Setting it down onto the dining room chair he then proceeded to use a single arm sweeping it along the dinning room table causing all of his equipment to be pushed into the enormous suitcase. Proud of his handy work he zipped up the case, pulled out the extendable handle, sat it down on the floor and began to wheel it into the other room where John was still messing around with his suitcase.

It only took Sherlock a record of two minutes to pack his suitcase, whereas it seemed as though John had been packing for days already. Wheeling his luggage over to where John was he then lifted up the now heavy suitcase and sat it down on the couch next to John’s. Afterwards he began to speak.- “There are you happy now? Now you don’t have to worry.” -He would poke John’s nose as payback for earlier. Sherlock really was like a child sometimes, playing these little games. It did not matter though since they did provide relief to his boredom. John really was the only person in this world that he had not grown bored with. This was something that he needn’t say out loud since it was a silent truth between the two.- 

Instantly, the man got up from where he was sitting and unzipped Sherlock’s suitcase to peer inside. He saw the limited amount of clothing that he had packed, and the other things crammed to the side as if they didn’t matter. Of course, Holiday’s weren’t intentionally there first priority, especially Sherlock’s. Lately, there hasn’t really been much crime in London, and then the crime’s in Tokyo had a connection to London’s government. It was a bit confusing, but Sherlock became rather interested extremely early than he had expected. He was sure the other wasn’t up to much of leaving the country, let alone getting on the plane. The man was always full of surprises, however, and this being the ultimate. John rummaged through the suitcase, folded the shirt’s as they were and sighed. He dropped the lid to the case, zipped it back up and looked over toward his flatmate, shaking his head in response. “This is all you’re packing? Who knows how long we’ll be there. I don’t necessarily know how to go shopping in other countries, the money situation usually throws me off.” 

He’d stand there in front of the suitcases now, pondering rather or not he should go within the other’s room and pack a bit more clothing than what he had already attempting to. Although that required walking, and going through Sherlock’s things which then resulted to him bickering about personal space and boundaries. Surely they have been with one another long enough to interpreted that such a thing never existed between them. Although, thinking about it now- He wasn’t really allowed in Sherlock’s room without permission otherwise, and Sherlock has never tried going up in his room -from what he knows- and he wouldn’t allow his flatmate to go through his things. Even though from time to time the detective guesses his password and get’s it right. Who knows how, but he does. With that, John now hid his laptop up in his room where he did his blogging casually from time to time where he wanted Sherlock to sleep.

They barely allowed each other’s things to get touched by hands but their own. Right now simply was different, and he didn’t really want to discuss anything anymore. So hesitantly  John closed the suitcases and made sure the cargo tickets were tightly placed around the handle bars for tomorrow departure to Tokyo Japan. 

With eyelids heavy, he walked back over on the sofa, took a seat and leaned back to look out the window. With Sherlock beside him, the lips sealed at the aura around them was tense. He didn’t know what to say anymore, nor what to do. All they could do is wait till tomorrow morning when they were assigned to leave. Now was just a down time, a time which they rarely had. John leaned a bit, put his hands together and stared down at them. His hands of faded scars and that of a solider, parasitically dry. He’d blink tiredly and looked over toward Sherlock’s direction, finding that he hasn’t really changed from when he was standing just moments before. “You should pack more shirts” He said, trying to bring up a topic, but sadly everything else just slipped away. 

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Tokyo Sky Tree Investigation

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-Sitting there flipping through the newspaper, barely reading all the lies that it held within it’s pages he glanced up to see John smiling at him, taking a break from his pattering on the keys. Hearing the mention of Mycroft’s name he just sighed a little and held the newspaper up once more before beginning to speak.- My brother being worried about me, isn’t going to do him nor I any good. Worrying is a meaningless emotion and it doesn’t suit Mycroft to worry, it’s very unbecoming of him and between you and me it’s causing him to look that much older. -He flipped a page skimming over the words that danced a crossed the page, it was an article on the recent shooting at the local mall. Boring. He moved onto the next page, which only held some rubbish about a woman giving birth to quintuplets.-

I can’t do this! There is nothing but rubbish in this god forsaken newspaper! -Getting annoyed he springs up off of the couch and crumbles up the newspaper throwing it at John out of boredom.- I don’t even understand why normal people can sit there and just read this web of lies all day. Do they actually find these stories interesting? -Walks over to where John is sitting and hovers over his shoulders- Ah blogging and telling about my greatest adventures again? You know you wouldn’t have a story to tell without me. -leaning on John’s shoulder, Sherlock was being a pest of sorts. He was anxious to get up and do something already. It was bothering him greatly that they hadn’t solved a case in weeks not to mention all the ‘case requests that he had gotten had been a complete waste of his time to even hear about, until the Call he received for the case that they were leaving for tomorrow.- John, I’m bored.

Blahblahblah, sometimes, even though Sherlock was the smartest man Watson has ever meant and will meet in his life, Sherlock talked way too much, way too often about everything. He talked about this and that, that and then and nothing at all. John grunted once the detective hovered over him. He sighed and looked toward the computer screen, puffing out his bottom lip.- Yes I know, but I also think you’re getting a little too out of hand with all these cases.  I always tell you to find  little ones, now you’re very notable to many online as well as well known on the media in the past year or so. I just want you to be more careful.- He’d go on about the case layout of Tokyo and how things were planned and laid out. He’d type away and had to stop at a certain point before looking over his shoulder, watching the pair of eyes stare back at him. Feeling immediately paranoid, knowing that Sherlock Holmes was watching him go on and on about not only himself but of Sherlock. John eventually looked over his shoulder then toward the other while he raised his brows. 

Sherlock? are you really that bored? have you even packed yet? -John turned in his chair toward the empty suitcases in the corner and stared at his own full ones on the sofa.- Apparently not. You do realize we have to leave in the morning? will you go pack please? at least some clothes and your equipment. -John shut his lap top and  pulled out his cell phone that was within his pockets.- Lestrade keeps asking for us to do one more thing for him, one more little crime- we can’t. We have to get proper rest. YOU need to sleep -He’d poke at the other’s nose, never has he really touched the other’s face often, and when he did it was in a serious manner- YOU need to actually sleep, you understand mr. consulting detective?- John got up from within his chair and went over to his suitcases  to make sure he had everything.- Just be sure to pack your passport and the money, cards, all that- I have mine. -He was worried, he always seemed to be worried, too worried. Yet knowing Sherlock he was possibly half listening, and he possibly knew all this stuff already, but a simple reminder wouldn’t hurt anyone.-

-Giving a quick glance over towards the empty suitcases in which John was pointing to Sherlock quickly lost interest and only half listened to the slew of words that fell from John’s mouth, knowing full well what they all were before they even reached his ears. Sherlock never really needed to be reminded of anything honestly, it was hard for him to forget such things unless it was just plain useless information, like names of celebrities or the latest gossip. Sighing Sherlock would drag his feet over to his suitcase, actually listening to John for once. Well he didn’t have anything better to do, so I guess this is what it came down to. Before touching the case he began to turn around and talk to John.- Must you always scold me and worry about me like I am a child? I know everything that I have to pack and was not going to forget anything, so quite worrying. You act like a housewife sometimes with all that worrying you do, John. Just relax and enjoy everything, because well this is one of the biggest cases we have had in awhile so it should be exciting.

-He flashed John one of his notorious smiles before leaning over and picking up his suitcase.- Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get packing we have a big day tomorrow and I’m afraid that you may worry yourself to death if I don’t pack this instant. -Sherlock would tease John as he began to walk in the direction of his bedroom, passing by the kitchen as he did so. Reaching his bedroom door he twisted the brass door knob and allowed the smell of familiarity to waft through his nostrils. He dragged the suitcase behind him letting the wheels scrape against the wooden floor, before pulling it past the door frame and hoisting it up onto his bed. It made a plopping noise as it hit the mattress.

Walking over to his dresser he quickly opened all of the drawers and began throwing numerous objects towards the open suitcase on his bed. Pants, button up shirts, underwear and various other clobber were thrown about all somehow landing right into the suitcase, he didn’t even care that they were all disheveled and tossed about. Reaching into the back of his top dresser he pulled out a little glass pipe that held winding black fused designs, This was the only object thus far that he tucked intricately into one of the pockets of the suitcase followed by a bag of so called ‘herbs’. After that Sherlock then proceeded to pull out his wallet and various other things including deodorant  shampoo, conditioner, and all the essentials really. Not really caring where he put them he just threw those into the luggage case as well. Almost finished he walked out to the dining room table carrying the case within his arms. Setting it down onto the dining room chair he then proceeded to use a single arm sweeping it along the dinning room table causing all of his equipment to be pushed into the enormous suitcase. Proud of his handy work he zipped up the case, pulled out the extendable handle, sat it down on the floor and began to wheel it into the other room where John was still messing around with his suitcase.

It only took Sherlock a record of two minutes to pack his suitcase, whereas it seemed as though John had been packing for days already. Wheeling his luggage over to where John was he then lifted up the now heavy suitcase and sat it down on the couch next to John’s. Afterwards he began to speak.- There are you happy now? Now you don’t have to worry. -He would poke John’s nose as payback for earlier. Sherlock really was like a child sometimes, playing these little games. It did not matter though since they did provide relief to his boredom. John really was the only person in this world that he had not grown bored with. This was something that he needn’t say out loud since it was a silent truth between the two.- 

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“Oh come on John, no one likes a person that pouts and plus you were the one that got me into these shows anyways” He would say as he continued to watch the ridiculous shows play out on the television, being slightly absorbed in the couple of newlyweds that were fighting on what seemed to be a people’s court, but they were clearly lying about almost everything that came out of their mouths. No one else in the court seemed to notice.

“Oh bloody hell! for god sakes can no one see that they are clearly lying!? That judge is an imbecile.” Yelling at the tv, the brunette heard John say something and saw him move towards the door out of the corner of his eye. He leaped up out of his crouched position on his comfy chair whilst grabbing his coat and uttering words to his companion. “On second thought, maybe it is better if I accompany you, since you are a veteran and have quite a temper that needs some looking after. We wouldn’t want you getting into another fight now would we?”. Sherlock would say slightly teasingly as they headed out the door and down the stairs.

He’s so  changeable. John rolled his eyes and sighed as his friend would real down the stairs like an excited child on Christmas morning. As if yelling at the television was enough, perhaps it was a better idea that Sherlock did accompany him. Otherwise, the neighbors might call the police for noise complaints, because god knows how loud Sherlock screams at crap telly. After adjusting the collar to his black leather jacket and slipping on his shoes, John would lock up the flat and place his keys within his back pocket. He hurried down the stairs to catch up to Holmes as fast as his short legs could carry him.

When finally walking with the other down the sidewalk, John sighed again and spoke up to cut the thick silence between them. Referring to the earlier comment that Sherlock had said. “I do not have a temper. ” He lied simply, biting the inside of his cheek. “Mm, sometimes. That guy was asking for it. If you don’t recall- Mr. consulting detective, he wasn’t exactly going to be nice to you. So what else did you want me to do? Sit back and watch him pick pocket you and call you names? These people barely know you and yet they label you instantly. It’s infuriating.” John did this usually, He stood up for Sherlock when no one else would. He punched the chief superintendent in the face once for calling Sherlock ‘weird’ , so nothing would stop him from punching a ordinary guy with a big mouth. 

The consulting detective smiled to himself, loving the sight of seeing John so worked up. It was one thing He loved the most about John, was his ability to be so well ‘human’ and to have such faith him, even if he was no hero at all. It at least made him want to be a better person even if it was just for John’s sake. This was something new to him entirely, he had never cared what some other individual thought, but with John it was a whole different story, he wanted to make the short, whiled up war veteran happy.

"It’s human nature, John for people to put such labels on each other, even if it is a silly and idiotic thing to do, but take me for example. I am able to analyze someone based on what I see and observe, some people would call that labeling in a sense. Now calm down, I am not in the mood for a bar fight tonight and I’m afraid that if I get you all wound up like you are now that, that will be exactly what will happen, my short tempered friend." He would smile at the thought of being able to say friend. A word that he was only able to use when describing John, but he didn’t mind in the least that John was the only person that he could call a ‘friend’. Putting his hands in his pocket he proceeded to walk out of the door of 221B baker street, with his blogger right behind him.

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The consulting detective would roll his eyes slightly and sigh heavily. “I can’t be bothered with your milk crisis right now John, I am trying to see what they have on this so called telly of yours.”. He would sit wit his feet on the chair in a type of crouching position as he watched couples feuding on tv.

“…So , what you’re saying is ; getting the milk and food from the supermarket for me is less important than watching the telly. Which, by the way, you should not be watching.” He’d slouch back in the wooden chair, putting his laptop away and grabbing his cell phone to scan through the recent messages before peering those narrowed blue eyes toward Sherlock’s direction again. He slipped his cell phone into his front pants pocket and got up to walk toward his comfy chair.

“I’ll go myself then, you can stay here and be bored.” He said coldly, slipping on his black leather coat in the process. 

"Oh come on John, no one likes a person that pouts and plus you were the one that got me into these shows anyways" He would say as he continued to watch the ridiculous shows play out on the television, being slightly absorbed in the couple of newlyweds that were fighting on what seemed to be a people’s court, but they were clearly lying about almost everything that came out of their month. No one else in the court seemed to notice.

"Oh bloody hell! for god sakes can no one see that they are clearly lying!? That judge is an imbecile." Yelling at the tv, the brunette heard John say something and saw him move towards the door out of the corner of his eye. He leaped up out of his crouched position on his comfy chair whilst grabbing his coat and uttering words to his companion. "On second thought, maybe it is better if I accompany you, since you are a veteran and have quite a temper that needs some looking after. We wouldn’t want you getting into another fight now would we?". Sherlock would say slightly teasingly as they head out the door and down the stairs.

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hisonefriend whispered,

"Sherlock. We need milk"

The consulting detective would roll his eyes slightly and sigh heavily. “I can’t be bothered with your milk crisis right now John, I am trying to see what they have on this so called telly of yours.”. He would sit wit his feet on the chair in a type of crouching position as he watched couples feuding on tv.

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-Sherlock would look over towards John having heard him spoke-. Ah yes, Mycroft seems to be playing the part of annoying, worried brother again, alas why he is here, in my hair, being a bother to us all. -Annoyed he walked over towards the couch and plopped himself down, before directing his voice towards mycroft-. I hope you don’t plan on staying for dinner, because John and I have some business that we must discuss before our flight tomorrow evening, which we are still going no matter what words you utter out of that flap of yours, so do us all a favor and skip the little heartfelt brother talk.

-reaching his arm up to rub his temples he would close his eye briefly waiting for Mycroft’s retaliation, which was taking longer for him to rebuff. For some reason every time he had to have a conversation with his brother his head would start to throb. The tone of his voice would just get to that octave that was like nails on a chalk board. The silence was killing him, and frankly this conversation was just plain boring him.- Hurry up Mycroft and say what you want to say and lets just get it over with. -Silence resonated throughout the room, the only sound that was made was that of the kettle. Putting his fingers together Sherlock continued to wait for Mycroft to respond and when he finally did it was brief.- “Well I don’t have time to deal with children, so I must be going. -Mycroft put his hat back on top of his head and got up from the chair and tipped his hat at Mr. Watson before heading to the door. Not even turning around he would say- “Have a safe trip, and do us both a favor and stay out of trouble.” -He would look over towards Dr. Watson.- “Don’t forget to babysit him Mr. Watson, don’t let him out of your site for one second.” 

-Foot steps were heard as Mycroft made his way down the stairs before opening and shutting the front door. When all essence of Mycroft faded from the room, Sherlock let out a long sigh before speaking-. Uggh that was insufferably. It’s nice to finally be alone at last, I thought he would never leave. John is the tea done yet? What is taking you so long? -Looking towards the kitchen he looked at his partner, looking him up and down. believe it or not he actually smiled a little, it was moments like these that he was the happiest even if he didn’t show it. Teasing John just happened to be one of his favorite pass times.-

John was pouring the tea as Mycroft left, he was going to ask if he wanted a cup but Sherlock kind of pushed him out. He was rude , but then again there was no surprise there. Sherlock was that way since he was little. Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock. tsk tsk. He poured the consulting detective his tea, walked over toward his direction, set down the cup on the coffee table, and gave him a look of annoyance. The usual routine when the other tried to order him around but was really teasing. John was unable to tell the difference between those two things considering Sherlock sounded and looked exactly the same when he tired to do so. He sat across at the other table , pulling himself closer to the laptop that he opened. Setting his own cup of tea beside him on the coaster and opened his blog. He began to update his blog about the case that they were about to leave for tomorrow evening. Of course he was going to be bringing his laptop with him, but it has been 2 weeks since he had updated the blog and the public eye needed to know exactly what was happening. On a side note, John was AIMing with his sister and a couple of other clients that had little to say. 

As John typed away on things on his laptop and taking sips of his tea now and again, only the tick tacking pecking of his typing skills and Sherlock’s sips of his warm tea as well as his own filled the flat. Including the faint buzz of the light above the kitchen table that was full of experimental lab equipment. Everything was really messy, but he assumed to Sherlock that things were just insanely organized. He’d look over toward the other across the room and smiled a little bit.- You really do need to be a little bit more nicer to your brother. He’s just worried about you, he always is. -John turned back around and continued typing. He then began to look stuff up about Tokyo, the places he wanted to go and the things he wanted to eat, although Sherlock just wanted to go because of the cases, John secretly wanted this to be their first vacation outside of the country. He was going to have the other try to have fun with this too. working was just half of it and he was going to try and show Sherlock that too-

-Sitting there flipping through the newspaper, barely reading all the lies that it held within it’s pages he glanced up to see John smiling at him, taking a break from his pattering on the keys. Hearing the mention of Mycroft’s name he just sighed a little and held the newspaper up once more before beginning to speak.- My brother being worried about me, isn’t going to do him nor I any good. Worrying is a meaningless emotion and it doesn’t suit Mycroft to worry, it’s very unbecoming of him and between you and me it’s causing him to look that much older. -He flipped a page skimming over the words that danced a crossed the page, it was an article on the recent shooting at the local mall. Boring. He moved onto the next page, which only held some rubbish about a woman giving birth to quintuplets.-

I can’t do this! There is nothing but rubbish in this god forsaken newspaper! -Getting annoyed he springs up off of the couch and crumbles up the newspaper throwing it at John out of boredom.- I don’t even understand why normal people can sit there and just read this web of lies all day. Do they actually find these stories interesting? -Walks over to where John is sitting and hovers over his shoulders- Ah blogging and telling about my greatest adventures again? You know you wouldn’t have a story to tell without me. -leaning on John’s shoulder, Sherlock was being a pest of sorts. He was anxious to get up and do something already. It was bothering him greatly that they hadn’t solved a case in weeks not to mention all the case requests that he had gotten had been a complete waste of his time to even hear about, until the Call he received for the case that they were leaving for tomorrow.- John, I’m bored.

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