by Sherlock Holmes Sun May 13, 2012 6:25 am
Sherlock had spent an enjoyable couple of hours sat in his armchair drinking coffee after coffee with John. But the time soon slipped away and it was clear their killer was planning to wait until the dead of night before attempting to strike. Sherlock silently nodded at John to indicate they should head through to the bedroom. He got up from his arm chair and waited for John to grab the gun off the table.
"I'll be through in a minute," he said, "Just need to get my dressing gown on."
Sherlock made his way to his own room where he got changed out of his shirt and trousers, hanging them up in the wardrobe. Leaving only his boxers on, he slipped his favourite deep red dressing gown over the top and headed through to John's room.
John was already in bed waiting, gun in hand. Sherlock peeled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed and climbed in beside him, making sure they weren't physically touching each other. He would hate to give John the wrong impression. He was, after all, married to his work.