I wake up the next morning to someone calling my name. I groan, still tired, and swing my feet lazily out of the bed. I put some fluffy, dark green socks on to keep my feet warm and walk out of the room and enter the living room, seeing Bill sleeping on the couch and Sherlock sitting on his arm chair, reading the newspaper and eating toast.

"Remove your dog."

I glance over at Chester who was staring hungrily at Sherlock's toast. With a roll of my eyes I walk in the kitchen and towards the dog food I brought for Chester last night, and begin to open the tin of food and call Chester, to which he happily runs in and sits down on the kitchen floor, waiting to receive his food. "Well, if you would've just fed him while you were in the kitchen waiting for your toast to cook..." I start, sending Sherlock an annoyed look for waking me up just for this. I yawn, then place Chesters food bowl on the floor when I had finished and leave the kitchen while he was eating.

"You're meant to feed him, not me."

"I was sleeping." I reply, and Sherlock continues to read his newspaper. I look over at Bill, who had his arm hanging off the couch while he snored vehemently.  "What's he doing?"

"Ah- he's sleeping. I thought that was fairly obvious."

"Yeah, but why is he still here? Why is he sleeping on our couch?"

Sherlock doesn't answer and it made me literally want to scream down his ear for ignoring me. I trail over and take a seat on John's armchair, "Well, I thought it would be fairly easy to answer a simple question."

He puts his newspaper down with a small sigh and looks at me as I sat opposite him, "He's my eyes and ears."

"He's sleeping on our couch."

"But when he's not sleeping on our couch he's my eyes and ears." He sets the newspaper aside and stands up, walking over to Bill and reaching out his arm to shake him awake. The snoring stops and he lets out a sound of surprise.

"What?" He complains, rubbing his eyes. I ignore him and continue to talk to Sherlock.

"I thought you had loads of spy's. You know, your homeless connection or whatever."

"There for the small cases. This is Moriarty- I need someone I can trust."

I stare at him blankly, "Oh, so you chose Bill?"

"Oi, the names the Wigg." He begins, staring at me as if I insulted him. Chester finishes his breakfast and walks over to me, and I start to stroke his head while simultaneously taking to the two idiots.

"He will do whatever I ask, as long as he gets food and a roof over his head. Do we really have to discus this? I'm letting the dog stay in the flat, so I get Bill."

"The Wigg." Bill corrects.

"Shut up." Sherlock snaps at him. I roll my eyes for the second time, then stand up.

"Fine, then 'The Wigg' can go out and fetch some more dog food. He can also buy Chester a lead."

"I only take orders from ma boss." Bill states. I squint my eyes in annoyance at him and give Sherlock a 'really?' look. Out of everyone, he let's Bill stay here. I didn't even think Sherlock could cope with someone like him around.

"Take orders from her too- go get the food and the thing." Sherlock says and makes a weird hand gesture to him that indicated that he should do it. I smirk and stare at Bill, who just gapes at Sherlock in annoyance.

"Im not your maid!"

"No, but im your boss so I expect you to do as I say." 

Bill scoffs, then gets of the couch and grabs his shoes. I hear the farmiliar ring tone of my phone as it starts to ring, so I turn on my heals and head towards my room where I last left it. I grab it off my bed and answered it immediately. 

"Hello?"

"Holland- sorry, Sherlock wasn't answering his phone." John pants breathlessly, and I furrow my eyes at the nervousness that laced his tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Mary's gone into labor."

"Christ." I hiss, then open my wardrobe while speaking to him at the same time. I grab a bunch of random clothes and chuck them onto my bed,  "We'll be there as soon as possible."

"Alright." He hangs up, and I start to get changed into the grey, long-sleaved shirt and black jeans that I randomly picked. Once I knew I was ready I rushed out of my room and grab my boots, crouching down to put them on and ignoring Sherlock and Billy who were still stood there talking. 

"Where you going?" Sherlock questions. I stand back up and start to push Sherlock into his room, ignoring his complaints.

"Get dressed, Mary's in labor."

He doesn't get time to reply because I slam his bedroom door shut so he could get ready. I then turn to face Bill, "Forget going out. You can do that later, do you mind looking after Chester while were out?" 

"I suppose." Is what he reply's with, which was good enough for me. I grabbed my phone and sent John a quick text, telling him we were on our way. I also hoped Mrs Hudson wouldn't walk in and find a random dog in her flat along with a random homeless person. Yeah... Im probably going to have to explain that later.