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At first, Sherlock could not pinpoint what had waken him up from his slumber. Then he heard it : Heavy breathing... Molly.

Struggling to get up, he followed the noise to the kitchen, where he found his pathologist staring at a rather large brown spot on the counter. It only took him half a second to make the connection. Blasted woman !

"What have you done ? It took me weeks to hunt down that particular specimen !"

A beat, then :

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, but I must have misheard. Did you say you were the one to bring that spider into my home ?"

Her tone was deceiptively sweet, her face the picture of poise, but the consulting detective had become quite practiced at reading Molly's moods and expressions. Appeal to her scientist side.

"It was for an experiment. This was a Sparassidae spider, and they're really quite fascinating. Did you know that in certain parts of the world, they are actually considered beneficial, because they kill cockroaches ? There are even reports of the larger specimens hunting lizards. And while they do use venom to immobilize prey and assist in digestion, it's not considered dangerous for a healthy human being," he explained, flashing her a winning smile for good measure.

Why is this not working ?

"Oh I suppose that makes it alright then, seeing as we're both healthy humans beings. Now, I wonder though..."

Oh...

"What could a bite do to... say... a cat?!"

John's infectious laughter rang out in the enclosed space of the cab.

"Now, that is definitely going on the blog !"

Author's note: This was inspired by AlessNox' challenge involving a Huntsman Spider. I didn't really follow her prompting (some would say I didn't follow it at all), but still, I dedicate this to her. Go and read her stories, they're truly remarkable. Oh, and thank you to MapleleafCameo for being my beta. Her stories are awesome too (if you like Johnlock, you're in for a treat.)