John Watson had had a bad day. It started when he was woken up at 3 in the morning by a large explosion coming from the kitchen of 221b, rushing downstairs, he had tripped and banged his head; Then only to discover what the explosion had been caused by. Sherlock Holmes was sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a lot of dead bees. Sighing, John had cast a glare Sherlock's way, and before he had a chance to explain he walked back up to bed.

6 hours later, John was sitting in his office in the surgery waiting for his first patient. His phone buzzed, picking it up, he saw a text from Sherlock.

Where are you? SH

Where do you think I am? John replied, still annoyed about the bee incident. Another text came just a few seconds later.

Please don't try to be witty John, It really doesn't suit you. I assume you are at the surgery, if so, come home immediately. SH

No. Have you cleared up those bees?

Not yet. SH

Well clean them up, I don't want them to be there when I come back.

Oh fine. Are you coming back now? SH

No Sherlock! And stop putting "SH" after your texts, I know it's you.

But I said I'm going to clean up the bees. SH

Just then, John's patient knocked on the door. Sighing, he turned off his phone and let his patient in. 3 hours later in his lunch break, John risked turning his phone on again. Thankfully it was on silent, because 17 new texts came in at once. John laughed and found the first one so he could read them in order.

John. SH

John. SH

JOHN. SH

Fine, John please answer your phone.

I didn't put SH at the end like you asked.

Fine. SH

I cleaned up the bees. SH

Where's your gun? SH

John? SH

Never mind I found it. SH

Mrs Hudson is mad at us now. SH

John, I'm bored. SH

John, please don't be mad. It may have turned out that some of the bees weren't actually dead. SH

Do we have a net? SH

Why don't we have a net? SH

I'm going to buy a net. SH

Do you know where you can buy nets? SH

Chuckling to himself, John typed a reply.

I don't know where to buy nets, maybe ebay?

Almost instantaneously, a reply followed.

Too late by the time it arrived. I'll think of a way SH

The day passed quickly, with John going through patient after patient until, finally, it was time to go.

"Right, I'm off, Sarah, see you tomorrow," John called with a weary wave.

"John!" Sarah called, sticking her head through the reception door "John, it's your day off tomorrow; I'll see you on Monday."

"Oh right okay, thanks." John replied, he was obviously more tired than he thought. Walking home in the rain, John's thoughts strayed to his flatmate. He didn't know what to call Sherlock, his flatmate, collegue, friend, best friend, boyfriend. No, sherlock and he, they weren't like that. Well, they were, no they weren't! John sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Looking up, he realised he was standing outside his front door when his phone buzzed.

John, you've been standing outside for 3 minutes now, please come inside.