A/N: So I am thinking one more confrontation after this and (clears throat) we shall witness the end results. Thanks for sticking with this bit of fluff!

Oh in case you didn't know – because I neglected to mention it in the previous two – I don't own, any of it!

"Why the duck pond Sherlock? You could have pushed me the other way. Why the effing duck pond?" John sneezed the question.

"There really wasn't a choice, John. I had to get you out of the way of the man with the knife. It seemed the expedient thing to do. Now I think you need to get out of those wet clothes and into the shower. A nice, hot, steamy shower will do wonders for you. Don't argue. Off you pop!"

He pushed him into the bathroom. Before John even realized what was happening, Sherlock divested John of jumper, shirt and vest and was unsuccessfully attempting to undo his trousers.

John smacked at his hands.

"Sherlock! Stop this minute! What the hell has gotten into you? Out!"

"But John…"

"OUT! NOW!"

Sherlock reluctantly left his side and went into his bedroom. He wasn't feeling the least bit guilty. He had paid one of the Network to run at John with a knife so he could push him out if the way into the pond. He then bustled him home to get him undressed. He was becoming increasingly curious as to what lay underneath the trousers of John H. Watson.

Sherlock grinned, "Ah just the thing! When he's out of the shower naked, I'll wrap him in this nice orange shock blanket!"