You unlock the door to Sherlock and John's apartment, 221B. You and Sherlock have become close after helping solve many mysteries and playing the (annoying) role of being the interesting and sharp bait for missions. So eventually the two men agreed that it would be convenient for you to stop by when you had an update on a case, new information, or just to visit and make sure they weren't killing or getting killed. The boys bickered and it could be pretty funny sometimes.

You walked up the stairs and into the living room, looking around for life. There was none. You sighed, setting a bag of candy from the bakery on the table. You took it out for everyone to enjoy, even Ms. Hudson if she was around. Glancing at some documents on the coffee table, you sit down and begin scanning them all, quickly deducing that they are background information on their deceased client. You are already engrossed in the material when you feel a pair of hands slide down your shoulders and arms, causing you to yelp and turn your head. Sherlock has his hands in the air as if there is a gun pointed at him, but with a wide, goofy grin on his face.

“Hey Love.”