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Basil of Baker Street and the Post-Case Off DaySherlock strode into the apartment in a huff, thrusting his coat onto the floor and calling out to his partner.
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"John!" He shouted as he walked through the flat looking for him. After casting a quick glance around the living room, he ran up the stairs to John's bedroom. "John!" When he reached the doorway he was greeted by the sight of John splayed out on top of his covers, his jumper still on, sound asleep.
It was the first day after the wrap up of their latest case. The day after was always slow and boring, and Sherlock usually demanded that he and John stay at the Yard all day, just to squeeze the last few drops of excitement from the whole affair. But today, John had put his foot down, stating that if he didn't catch up on his sleep, that Sherlock would be dead by the end of the day. ("Strangled with your own bloody scarf," had been the exact words).
Somewhere, deep inside him, Sherlock knew that he should let John sleep–after all he had performed quite admirably, and he cert