Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
The Thing about Husbands...BBC SherlockThe Thing about Husbands...3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A Johnlock fan fiction
The Thing about Husbands
Frankly, Sherlock never would have dreamed of taking this case had it not been a personal request from Mrs. Hudson. He just couldn't say no to that sweet old face and the whole thing honestly sounded like a case better suited for Mycroft, but since Mrs. Hudson's niece was involved, Sherlock thought he'd better take a look.
He remembered something about treasure hunting ex-husbands and pirates in Cuba and cryptic letters but he mostly hadn't been listening when Mrs. Hudson detailed the situation. That's why he had John. John was his ears.
He was bored the whole way through London to Lorraine Hudson's flat. In the cab he had heard the sound of John talking, but again, he wasn't listening. His nose was shoved in his phone asking Lestrade if he had anything interesting that he was too stupid to figure out on his own.
Pet NamesIt started out simply enough.Pet Names3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were at St Bart's examining some soil samples for a case.
Sherlock was determined that they didn't belong in the house, where they were found and they were somehow linked to the killer. But they didn't match the samples that came from his footprints in another part of the house.
So they'd been here for about half an hour with Sherlock bent over the microscope muttering to himself. John had stopped trying to make sense of what he was saying after the first ten minutes and was now simply hovering over his shoulder, watching and waiting for his inevitable breakthrough.
Having heard they were working there, Molly came in with coffee for them, as always.The coffee was more for Sherlock than John of course; but Molly was not rude so she always brought him a cup as well. John was very grateful for this because after the shift he'd just pulled at the clinic and the usual "wear and tear" from a case he needed caffeine.
So he thanked her quite warmly when she h