Life at 221B, Baker Street (Johnlock Ficlets and Drabbles)

The Text

John was making tea when he heard it. The text tone that made John's blood boil.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes John?" said Sherlock who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

"You got a text."

"Yes I'm aware. I am not deaf John."

John rolled his eyes. By now he was quite used to the rude ways of the World's only consulting detective.

"Well?"

"Well what John?"

"Aren't you going to read it?"

"Why?"

"Because it's a text from her? The dominatrix?" John said in a tone that was very salty.

"I know it's from her. I don't want to read it."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. You can read it. I know that you want to."

"Well I'm not going to lie and say no," and with that John went to the living room and took Sherlock's phone and read the text.

"She says she is in town."

"Alright whatever."

"Does she know about us? Have you told her?"

"I don't text her back John! And of course she knows about us. She is Adler. She knows things."

"She must be missing you," John said his voice full of disgust. Sherlock didn't answer but kept his eyes closed with a smirk playing at his lips. John threw the phone onto Sherlock and went back to the kitchen still fuming with anger.