As per usual, I do not own anything related to 'Sherlock'. They, however, are the proud owners of my heart. I loves loves loves them!

Thank you BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffatt, for doing such a great thing with Sir ACD's amazing work!

John Watson was hot on the heels of Sherlock Holmes, possibly the maddest and most annoying man he'd ever met. John couldn't begin to wonder what compelled him to follow Holmes, but he also couldn't be arsed to deny the offer of "danger" in his recently boring world.

John closed the door of 221B Baker Street behind him, hung his coat as habit dictated, and all but collapsed against the wall of the entryway. God, adrenaline was a miracle!

John gulped oxygen greedily and eyed the strange man at his side out of the corner of his eye. "That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done."

"You invaded Afghanistan."

John couldn't help the chuckles that bubbled up, drawing Sherlock into laughs along with him, "That wasn't just me. Why aren't we back at the restaurant?"

"They can keep an eye out. It was a long shot anyway."

"So, what were we doing there?"

Sherlock cleared his throat nonchalantly (Though if you knew Sherlock, you'd know this was clearlyan affectation... or a stalling measure.). "Oh, just passing the time." He glanced to John, "And proving a point."

John had gotten his breath again, and silently berated himself for his lack fitness since he'd been invalided. "What point?"

"You." Raising his voice to be heard clearly, "Mrs. Hudson! Doctor Watson will take the room upstairs."

"Says who?"

"Says the man at the door."

The knocking surprised John but Sherlock only smiled.

Never let it be said John Watson and Sherlock Holmes weren't mad as hatters to be so pleased at the sudden appearance of each in their lives.