John wakes up and tries to sit up but feels a weight keeping him down. He is in a strange place and does not know what is going on and panicks a little.

After he wakes up more fully he realizes he is still in Sherlock's room, and the weight keeping him down is Sherlocks arm draped across his waist, somehow John had also managed to get under the sheets in the night.

Then it hit him (HOLY SHIT! I'm in Sherlock's bed...and Sherlock still has no pants on.)

John jumps/falls out of the bed and wakes Sherlock up. Sherlock sits up confused and startled.

"J-John what what are you doing!...Oh," John flustered stands up and straightens his shirt "Ummm S-Sherlock I-I just want you to know that there is absolutely nothing between the two of us ok. And if you want to say anything about the two of us say it now."

Sherlock looks almost disappointed but then sighs "John i did not expect anything intement between the two of us." John still a little flustered jabs his thumb over his shoulder " I umm I'm going to go umm make some tea... want some?" Sherlock gets up and walks over to get his robe "yes i would like some tea no sugars." John furiously blushes and turns his head away while Sherlock is putting his robe on.

John is standing in the doorway anxious to leave "Yes yes I know! No sugars!" then John hastily exits the detectives room. John goes into the kitchen and starts to make the tea for the two of them and some toast for himself. Then Sherlock comes in wearing that bloody overly tight purple shirt of his. John couldn't help but feel he wore it on purpose.

John and Sherlock are sitting in their chairs enjoying their tea. Atleast John was Sherlock hasn't touched his. He was in deep thought When his phone rings. He reaches into his shirt pocket and answers it.

"Hello...Mmhm...Be right over. And bring you least anoying officers."

Sherlock gets up to get his and Johns coat.

John puts his tea down "Sherlock we can't go on a case! What ever happened to Moriarty? I would prefer not be filled with bullet holes"

Sherlock turns around to throw John his coat. "I don't care what Jim says. We are going on that case!" as soon as the words leave Sherlocks mouth the telephone rings again.

Sherlock goes over to answer it. "Hello..." It was Jim on the other end using that bloody singsong voice of his. "Oh Sheeerrrlllock! I doubt you have forgotten our little agreement already! I thought you pwomised you would stay off of the cases!"

"S-Sherlock" Sherlock turns around a little anoyed that he was interrupted to face John. When he turns around he sees John with his hands held up on the air staring at the small red dot hovering around on his chest.

Sherlock grips the phone so hard John was afraid he would break it,

He hisses into the phone "I swear to all mighty god! If you lay one finger or bullet on John Watson I will kill you Jim Moriarty!" Jim on the other end just laughs."oh Sherlock you are very protective of your little bloger aren't you! Well... Have fun!" Jim then hangs up and as soon as he does the next thing Sherlock knows he is lying on the ground covered in glass, his ears are ringing and he has one bloody headache.

He stands up a little shaky looking around. He sees the windows were blown out as was most of the wall. He then realized John was not where he was a few seconds ago. "John *cough cough* JOHN! where are you--."

The detective looks over and sees John lying in a crumpled heap on the ground against the wall covered in debree.

Sherlock goes over and with shaky hands gently brushes the ash and debree off of his flatmates face to find multiple cuts and bruises all over his face. "John...John can you hear me?" he pulls John up into his lap and gently begins brushing the rest of the debree off of his friends cloths.

John coughs and winces " sh-sherlock w-what happenned?" Sherlock looks down at John rellived he is ok "Shut up John." John just stares back with his mouth hanging open not sure how to respond to that while Sherlock closly inspects Johns chest and eyes "You have multiple fractured ribs and possibly a concussion. You got the brunt of the explosion. Now lie still."

A couple minutes later they hear sirens and then Lestrade comes bursting into the room with paramedics to find Sherlock sitting against the wall with John in his lap. Lestrade points to John "Get that one on a stretcher now!" The medics turn to Lestrade in surprise "What about the other one?"

"Oh... That bastard? he will be fine." as the medics put John on the stretcher Lestrade walks over to Sherlock who was trying to fight of a medic who kept putting a blanket around his shoulders. "So what happened this time Sherlock?" he waved the paramedic away, Sherlock looks up at Lestrade then down at the balnket "I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me..."

Lestrade looks at Sherlock "Yeah, that's for shock." Sherlock stands up frustrated "I'm not in shock!" Lestrade shrugs as a reporters comes up "Yeah but some of the guys want to take photographs."

Sherlock puts the blanket back on and glares at the reporter. "I'm in shock" gesturing at the blanket and walks off with Lestrade following him.

"So what happened Sherlock?" Sherlock drops the blanket at the top of the stairs and goes down to the street where the entire block is taped off there are policed cars and ambulances everywhere. "an explosion happened and John Watson got the most of it, he was blown back against the wall. Posible concussion and fractured ribs."

Lestrade stops at his car where Donovan and Anderson are. Anderson holds out a file with a smug look "It was a gas leak." Sherlock glares at Lestrade. who gives him a shrug and sheepish grin "Anderson please dont speak you lower the IQ of the entire street" Anderson stares at the detective furious at what he just said. But Sherlock keeps talking "It was made to looks like a gas leak."

Lestrade takes the file from Anderson and throws it into the car. "well then what was it?"

"Jim Moriarty. He had planted some kind of explosion to look like a gas leak."

Donovan steps in "Whoa hold it right there freak. you mean to tell me that the worlds most dangerouse criminal is out of prision? and planting bombs!"

Lestrade turns to Sargent Donovan and glared at her "We need to get him" points at Sherlock "back to the station..." Lestrades phone buzzes, he pulls it out and checks it. "Apparently a package addressed to Sherlock Holmes has just arrived at the station."

When Sherlock hears that he turns to Lestrade "We need to go get that package now."