sherlock decided to work at the yard today. he took a cab since it was raining, all his case files getting soaked because he tripped over his feet and dropped them into a small puddle. he whined softly and picked them all up, hugging them to his chest as he ran into the new scotland yard. as he stepped out of the elevator, the first comment of the day;

"what're you doing here, freak?" anderson asked.

freak. sherlock was not a freak. he sighed and answered anderson, "doing your job because you're an idiot." he walked into the conference room and closed the door, setting the soaking wet files on the table. he closed all the blinds and glared at anderson and donovan who were starting at him. once the blinds were closed, he sat on the side of the table closest to wall so he could see the door. he laid out all the papers so they could dry out, going into his mind palace and looking at the files he already read.

the door opened and lestrade poked his head in. "they said you were here." he said as he stepped in.

sherlock let out a little grunt.

"got anything on the killings?" lestrade asked.

"white male, at least in the forties. left handed and most likely works at a hardware store, that's where he gets all his supplies. i took the opportunity and went to several hardware stores and talked with many workers, finding your man." sherlock said and pointed to the left section of the table. "shane drumheller. forty three, works at the hardware store in bromley. has three kids and has been married four twenty years. his address is on one of those papers."

lestrade looked over the papers and found the address, sending it to a team. "and the other case?"

"still working on it." sherlock said.

lestrade nodded. "listen, i've got a question."

"and you need an answer?" sherlock asked, clearly annoyed.

"yes. are you really sleeping with that doctor bloke?" lestrade asked.

sherlock's eyes shot open as he looked at the detective inspector. "i am not sleeping with doctor watson. i am simply his intern." sherlock said harshly.

"jesus, it was just a question."

"get out." sherlock said flatly, closing his eyes again.

lestrade blew out a stream of air and walked out, closing the door behind him. sherlock got up and locked the door once he was out, sitting back down. he leaned back in the chair and  entered his mind palace once again.

he was snapped out of his mind palace when his phone vibrated against the surface of the wooden table. he jumped a bit, getting scared by the noise. he ignored the text and stood up, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his back. he sighed and made sure the papers were dry before putting them in new files, going through the latest case. his phone vibrated again, and he turned it over, looking the lit up screen. a smile crept up onto his face as he saw john had texted.

Missing you right now. In many ways;)

Sherlock Holmes you best text me back because I only have 20 more minutes of my brake.

sherlock grinned as he read over the texts, typing a response.

In the mood, are we?

You bet you posh arse I am.

In what ways have you been missing me?

One attachment;

sherlock let out a soft breath as he looked at the picture of john's buldge.

I'm really missing you.

I see that.

Let me see more.

after a few minutes sherlock received a picture of john's hard on with his hand wrapped around the base.

Baby..

Stroke yourself. Imagine I'm there with my mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you.

Jesus, Sherlock.

Too much?

No, no. I just got off in a hospital loo.

So, what are your plans for tonight?

I'm at the yard right now, don't know when I'll be leaving. Why?

I have a surgery tonight and I won't be able to remind you to eat, so I'm reminding you now.

I will eat dinner.

You promise?

I promise.

Good. When does your train leave on Sunday?

At noon. Are you going to be waiting for me with flowers and chocolates like in those cheesy romantic movies?

Not unless you want me to.

Some chocolates would be nice.

Then I'll have chocolates with me.

sherlock smiled down at his phone, loving how john was so sweet to him.

My time is up and I have to get back at yelling at the fuck ups.

Stop calling your residents that.

It's true! And it's not like you don't call the people you work with worse things.

I call them idiots, that's not worse.

What about calling Anderson the bell end of the Yard? Or when you said that Donovan was and Anderson were fucking?

Okay, so I may call them bad things.

So don't tell me that I shouldn't call my residents fuck ups.

I've got to go, I'll text you when I get out of surgery?

I'll be waiting:)

sherlock sighed and set his phone on the table again, letting himself slide down in the chair.

john shoved his phone into the pocket of his lab coat, walking out of the loo after washing his hands. he went to the scrub room and put on his cap, scrubbing his hands and forearms. he went into the or once he finished, nurses came over with scrubs, putting them on the doctor.

"you're late watson." the cardio surgeon, oxford said.

"i had to take a call. see you've started with out me." john said as he walked over to the table.

"on a call with your intern?" one of the residents asked, grinning. some of the nurses snickered after he said it.

"want to get kicked out murphy?" john asked, glaring at the boy on the other side of the table.

he shook hid head, "no sir."

"the shut it." john said. "put the scans for her chest up."

"are we seriously going to do this?" oxford asked john.

john nodded. "bring the donor lungs and the heart. ten blade." he said and held his hand out, the nurse set a ten blade in his hand. "get ready lenny. this woman will survive for years to come."

"god i hope so." lenny said and watched john as he cut open the patient.

"it's just like a real heart, so there's nothing to be afraid of." john said and looked up at lenny.

lenny nodded and took a breath. "how come you aren't even a cardio surgeon and you were able to do this?" he asked as he looked at the heart sitting in a bed pan of ice.

john smiled through his mask. "years and years of studying. ready?" john asked.

lenny nodded. "as i'll ever be."

john let out a breath and looked around the operating room. "let's make some history people," he smiled through the mask.

after sixteen hours, the surgery was finally completed, and it was a success. john replaced both lungs and did a heart transplant with an artificial heart that he grew in a lab. he had tested it on rats and so far the latest rat has been living for a year now, and john had decided to try growing a human one. he grew two, just in case one didn't grow and after six months, they were ready. john went to the on call room and laid down on the bed, taking his phone out to text sherlock.

The operation was a sucess. I'll text you later, a bit ttttttttttttttttttttttt ttttttttttthhjdndmkrkksnwn

john had fallen asleep on his key board, sending the text when he had moved his head a bit. sherlock laughed softly when he got the text, not responding and just letting john sleep. he set his phone back on the night stand and tried to sleep, but he just couldn't. he'd promise john he'd try to get into more of the regular human habits, but it wasn't working very well. he had just started and john said it would take a while, but he also suggested that he could also take some ambien, but sherlock didn't want to. now was a bad time anyways because it was almost five in the morning, so he just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. he couldn't wait to hear about the operation. john was really happy about it. it's all he talked about, and sherlock was going to get a shout out when john was interviewed for it, but sherlock didn't know that. sherlock was a big help with it by correcting some of john's math and if he didn't, the procedure might've not worked, and john was thankful for that. he was thankful for sherlock.

sherlock didn't hear from john until about around noon. he was woke up for a trauma around nine, and didn't finish until noon. he was still tired so he decided to go home and sleep, texting sherlock while he was in the cab.

I just got out of a trauma, sorry for not texting when I woke up and sorry for that text. I must've been really tired.

It's fine. I got some amusement out of it.

Did you?

I did. Are you going back home?

Yeah. I'm just a tad tired.

You're more than just a tad.

I am really tired, how about that?

Better.

Did you eat breakfast?

I had a granola bar from that box Hudders had bought. I guess that's from the doings of you?

They are. I want you healthy, love.

I am.

You're twenty six, 182 centimeters and weigh 63 kilos. You rarely eat and sleep, that's not healthy.

I'm still breathing and moving, that's good enough.

Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson is making me lunch and I'll eat it all today, how's that?

That's wonderful.

I'm home now.

Text me when you wake up?

I will.

Sleep well.

I would if you were next to me.

Only four more days.

I can't wait.

Me either. Now go to sleep before you pass out on the floor.

john laughed softly and set his phone down on the small table he put next to the front door, along with his keys. he looked around his new flat, feeling kind of depressed. there were still boxes to stacked in the living room, take away from a few nights ago laying out on the counter, and it was dark because john was too lazy to turn the light on. he toed off his shoes then walked down the short hallway, tripping into boxes on his way to the bedroom. his bedroom was even more depressing because there was just a king size bed with a lonely pillow and throw blanket laying on it. he'd definitely have to organize before sherlock got here, but he probably wouldn't. he sighed and went to the box with his clothes in, digging through it until he found a pair of running shorts, undressing then putting them on. he closed the blinds then laid down, pulling the small blanket over him and falling asleep.