"Sherlock, I'm picking the next case!"
"Yeah john? And why would this be?" Asked Sherlock as he turned around towards John who was panting, just reaching the top of the stairs to the flat of 221B Baker Street.
"Is it because of the last one that I had picked? Must i remind you that we did solve the case." Sherlock said with a tired smirk on his face.
"Yes Sherlock, because every case that you pick ends up me having to be bait for the serial killer or the mad man that's trying to kill us. This time I want a case that will not put us and I mean ME in danger."
"But that's boring John!"
"Be that as it may, its safe, and that's final"
"Oh is that so John?, and what happens if I don't want to listen to you and I go over to the laptop on the desk and pick the next case right now...?" Sherlock challenge menacingly.
John stepped close to his best friend and jabbed him in his side, "Well I'm not letting you"
As John's fingers touched Sherlock lower ribs, Sherlock let out a sharp "AH" In surprise.
"Sherlock! I'm sorry are you alright? Are you hurt? See! This is why I'm going to pick the next case! Its too dangerous! And you have gotten hurt! Let me see."
"Wait John...no..wait!!! HAHAHA I'm fine!!! No!! HAHAHA"
Sherlock started laughing as John and his medical hands probed his lower ribs in search for something broken.
What he found was something better.
"Ohhhhhh....." John finally spoke after he was done searching...
"I see" John smiled a devious smile.
Just as Sherlocks eyes started to widen John tackled him in to the floor and with his military skills pinned his hands under his back as he straddled his friend.
"Now Sherlock, since I got your attention..."
"Don't do it John!" Sherlock said
In his low husky voice. "Its not what you think it is"
"Oh and how is that?" John started to trace the skin just under his bellybutton where his shirt rode up during their struggle.
Sherlock started to giggle. Honest to god giggle.
"Now buddy, pall of mine.. who is going to pick the next case?"
"I am John! Your going to pick 'the case of the missing teddy bear' or something! Boreing!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO JOHN QUIT IT LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Sorry Sherlock, who was going to pick the next case?"
John, the bastard, was currently digging into and counting every rib he could reach and Sherlock was laughing right underneath him and could do nothing about it.
He was at Johns mercy.
"JOHHHNNNN HAHAHHAHA STOPPPP ITTTT NOHOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
John was surgically working on
His upper torso.
"You know Sherlock I'm a doctor, I know where all the ticklish spots are in the anatomy... I can explore further if you wish" John said with mock stern in his face.
Just as he was about to move somewhere else, he Heard it.
"ALRIGHT! JOHNHAHAHAHA YOU WINHEHEHEHE YOU CAN PICK HAHAH THE NEXT HAHA CASE! JUST NOHOHOHO MOREEE! Haha!!!!"
Johns fingers slowed and finally stopped.
"Thankyou Sherlock, glad you see it my way for once. Might have to use this to my advantage more often!"
"Don't even think about it John. I know where you live. And... what's that quote... ah yes.... payback is a bitch"
