Sherlock One-Shots

Sherlock Right Again

Sherlock laid in bed looking at John. He'd been up for awhile. He turned around to check the time, 8:30a.m. He sighed, and started getting up, but John grabbed him around his middle, and set his chin on his shoulder.

"Good morning, Love." Sherlock said. "Can I get up?"

"Nope, I'm not letting you go." John said. "Besides, it's too early to get out of bed."

Sherlock rolled over so he was facing John. It was a little hard considering John really didn't let him go, but he managed.

"Hello." John said, and kissed him.

"Hello." Sherlock smiled. "So, are we just going to lay here all day?"

"Do you have an issue with that?" John countered.

Sherlock laughed and shook his head, as John snuggled into him.

"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked wrapping his arms around him.

John nodded.

"I'll go turn up the heat." Shelock said placing a kiss to the top of his head.

He tried to get up, but John still didn't let him. He turned his head to look at him.

"I'll come right back." he said. "I promise."

John reluctantly let him go, but as soon as Sherlock was out of the bed, he regretted the decision, as the bed dropped 20 degrees at least.

"It's too cold." John whined. "Come back."

He made grabby hand at Sherlock, but he just chuckled and continued towards the thermostat.

"Sherlock!" he whined.

He turned it up, and started back towards the bed.

"I'm coming." he said.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nope, not today. They can wait." John said.

Sherlock smiled at him.

"It could be Lestrade with more insight on the case." Sherlock said.

John jumped onto Sherlock's back, but since he was expecting it, he was able to catch him. Then proceeded to the door.

Sherlock opened it to reveal Anderson.

"Bloody hell." Sherlock said closing the door again.

"Hey!" Anderson yelled from the other side of the door.

Sherlock didn't open it again. He just walked back to the room, with John still on his back.

"Sherlock, that was kind of mean." John said. "We should go back there."

Sherlock sat John on the bed and started peppering kisses on John's face.

"Sherlock." Kiss. "I'm." Kiss. "Sure." Kiss. "Anderson."

"Please don't say his name when I'm trying to..."

"Sherlock. John." Mrs. Hudson called. "The police are here."

Sherlock groaned.

"Come on let's go see what they want." John said.

Sherlock sighed and stood up, pulling John with him. They walked out into the living room.

Anderson turned around, and the three of them spent a good five minutes just staring at each other.

"Well?" Sherlock asked, getting rather impatient.

"It seems you were right." Anderson said. "The housekeeper was in on it."

"I knew it." Sherlock said grinning.

John elbowed him, and asked. "Did you find the kids?"

"Yeah." Anderson said. "The accomplice was holding them in a cheap motel."

"And the affair?" Sherlock asked.

Anderson sighed. He hadn't believed that there was an affair, but as usual Sherlock had turned out to be right.

"That is apparently why she did it." He said. "The husband called it off, and she though she deserved compensation."

"Thank you for letting us know." John said as Sherlock pulled him back towards the room.

"You can leave now." Sherlock added right before the door shut.

THE END