This was inspired by that one Pete the Cat book where his buttons pop off. And he sings the song. That's what this is gonna be. But no singing.

   "Sherlock. Your shirts are always kinda tight. Aren't you worried that one day the buttons might just. I don't know. Pop off?" John asked as Sherlock sat upside down in his chair. I agreed with him. They were tight. Not that I was complaining.

    "Why would they do that? Hmm? And if they would I have a suit jacket on most of the time. Not too much of a problem."

    "But Sherlooks, the jacket doesn't cover all of it." I pointed out. He looked up at me.

    "What have I told you about that? My name is Sherlock. Not Sherlooks. Hell, at this point I wouldn't care if you called me by my first name. But please. Use one of the four names I was given at birth."

     "So you wouldn't care if I called you William? Or Scott?" He shook his head in response, raising his eyebrows and closing his eyes. "Right then. What about Scotty? Then you can beam me up. Eyy." I said pointing at Sherlock with both hands earning a chuckle from John.

    "John do we have any cases? At all? I'm starting to feel the blood pool in my head."

    "Well if it bothers you that much just sit up." He stated flipping pages in the newspaper. I suppressed a giggle.

    "Which one Sherlock? And be specific. You're upside down now." I said breaking. I couldn't help. My min never stayed out of the gutter for more than ten seconds.

    "What do you mean? I only ha- oh I hate you. The one on the top of my neck. With the facial features you seem to be so fond of." Sherlock said defensively. Just then his phone rang. "Hello? Yes. Of course. No. See you then. We have a case." He smiled.

"Bet you can't backflip off that chair."

"Shut up. I didn't get a concussion from (insert reason here). And I don't want to start now."

time skip yay

"So naturally, that leads us to believe that she had multiple lovers. And some were even with her husband at the time." Sherlock deduced from the dead woman on the ground.

"But still. It makes no sense. This is essentially an unsolved crime scene." Lestrade said.

"Yea. Well, an unsolved crime scene is like a squirrel without parenting skills." I said. This caused several officers to look my way in confusion.

"Is it just me or did it get cold in here?" Sherlock asked. I looked over at him and choked on air. John was right. A few buttons did pop off. And they were in the right places too.

"Umm. Sherlock, your shirt." Lestrade said. Sherlock was confused for a minute then looked down.

     "See Sherlock? Told you that something would happen. And it did." John said. 

    "Your point being?"

    "Bit of a Murphy's law thing isn't it? What could go wrong. Did go wrong." I said.  That earned a glare from Sherlock. "Okay. I'm gonna leave before I get murdered. Bye." And with that I walked out of the room.