When they arrived at the station Sherlock briskly walks in and demands to see the package.

The lady behind the desk hands it to him right as Lestrade comes up behind him "Do you think we should X-Ray it first? you know just in case of an exploisive?"

Sherlock shakes his head holding the parcle up to the light then shaking it and sniffs it. "There are no explosives inside of the parcle. Only a...Phone." he opens it to find the phone that belonged to Jennifer Wilson. (Pink lady)

Lestrade takes the phone from the detectives hand and looks at it surprised "It's the Study In Pink phone!"

Sherlock anoyed by the inspectors stupidity turns around "No it's not but someone went through an awful lot of trouble to make it look the same... Wait did you just say Study in Pink?!"

Lestrade holds out the phone "Yeah why?"

Sherlock snatches the phone from the inspectors hands "That means you read Johns blog!"

Lestrade shrugs "Yeah so what? a lot of people read it... He is quite good."

"Ughh what ever." Sherlock turns on the phone to find he has a message.

Lestrade leads Sherlock to his office "You know...Sherlock that because of Moriarty we could-"

"Shut up Lestrade"

"Excuse me?"

"I said Shut Up. Now listen, The message left on the phone." Sherlock plays the message. The message is only four short pips and a picture of a rundown room Sherlock recognizes as 221C the basement of Mrs.Hudson's apartments. With a pair of sneakers in the center of the room.

Lestrade sits down in his chair "Well? what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sherlock spins around with his hands splayed and yells "BOOM!" Then runs out of the room pocketing the phone, and the note that came with it.

Lestrade jumps up and begins to run after the detective who is already at the front doors and walking out. "Wait, Sherlock! Where are we going?"   Sherlock slows down to a brisk walk and chuckles to him self. "We? No no no inspector. I'm going."

Lestrade stops and folds his arms "Well then, where are you going?"

Sherlock hails a cab and turns around to face Lestrade "Why to get John Watson of course!" He then shuts the door and the cab drives off leaving the inspector standing on the curb.

In the cab Sherlock texts John.

221B Baker Street come at once if convenient, If inconvenient come anyways. Could be dangerouse.

-SH.

A few minutes later Sherlock's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see that John has replied.

Sherlock! I'm in the bloody hospital getting stitches! I think it is a little inconvenient." 

Sherlock then quickly texts back

Well come anyways

-SH

Sherlock gets out of the cab and enters the hospital where John is.

Sherlock asks the front desk where John Watson's room is and heads of to the room 122B on the second floor.

When he walks in John is lying on the bed with fresh stitches in his head and a cast on his wrist.

When Sherlock enters the room John slowly sits up "I thought you were going to the flat?" Sherlock shakes his head and hands John the note "John I need you to read this first." John lays back on the pillows and opens the note and scrawled across the paper is this.

          Sherlock I hope you know that NORMAL people are too boring so I'm letting you onto this little mystery but only you. I'm giving you this because I know that we are both bored... Oh by the way you have 24 hours to figure this one out or else there will be another big bang!

-JM

   John looks at Sherlock and hands back the note. "We need to show this note to Lestrade." Sherlock puts the note back inside his coats pocket "John I just came from Lestrade's office, I would have shown it to him if I wanted to. Oh by the way the next clue is in Mrs.Hudson's basement."

John sits up a little to fast and winces "Mrs. Hudson's basement! Sherlock you need to go and solve that case now! before something terrible happens to her!"

Sherlock starts unhooking John from his morphine and other machines "Yes John I would like to keep our land lady in one piece also, but I need you to come with." the detective puts the bag of morphine into his pocket

"Sherlock why did you just take the morphine?" Sherlock shrugs and helps John out of the hospital bed "You never do know when you might need some morphine."

John pulls away from the detective "Sherlock I thought we agreed that you would stop with your drugs." He then holds out his hand waiting for Sherlock to hand over the bag. Sherlock gives John the look a child would give you when you tell them to give back the toy they just stole from their sibling.

They both stand there for a moment then Sherlock sighs and pulls the Morphine out of his pocket and places it in Johns outstretched hand.

John nods and gives Sherlock a slight smile "Thank you." John then goes over to where his clothes are. "Some privacy please?" Sherlock jumps when John asks "Oh um yes of course" He turns around, walks out of the room and closes the door quietly behind him.

John comes out dressed a couple minutes later with an odd buldge underneath his jumper he is wearing.

Sherlock eyes the buldge suscpisously "John... Why did you take the morphine?" John not surpised that he noticed turns to face the detective "Because you are the one who took me off of it in the first place." They both laugh as they walk out of the hospital. Sherlock hails a cab and they both get in and head towards Baker St.

"You do realize Sherlock I have a fractured wrist, stitches in my head and I have to deal with you. I might need some morphine every now and then." They both laugh again and John realises how handsome Sherlock looks when he laughs, he finds him self staring at his lips with out realising that Sherlock is staring back at John.

When John started to laugh Sherlock also noticed how handsome John looked when he was happy. Sherlock also noticed that he was staring at Johns lips. Then they both notice eachother and turn away looking out of the windows. John is furiously blushing and Sherlock's mind is going a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out what just happened. He has never felt like that towards anyone.

The rest of the ride to Baker St. was the most awkward ride either of them had experienced.