Sherlock Preferences (DISCONTINUED)

Sherlock:
You walked into the flat after a morning of shopping to see Sherlock still sprawled out on the sofa and John still tapping anxiously away at his computer. Sighing, you staggered into the kitchen with the bags of shopping.

The kitchen table was crammed full with some of Sherlock's experiments, most of them unfinished. You opened the fridge door wearily and weren't even surprised to be confronted by a severed head. Even if it's existence didn't bother you, the fact that it was blocking any space for food did.

"Sherlock!" You called. "Can you please tell me where exactly I'm supposed to put food if you insist on putting body parts in the fridge?" You heard a muffled groan from the living room and had to stop yourself from grinning. Sherlock emerged from the room next to you and walked over to you.

He glanced at the head in the fridge and then down at the bags of food.
"I fail to see a problem." You rolled your eyes and yelled for John to come in. He too arrived with a groan and stood next to Sherlock.

Cautiously he peered inside and then abruptly pulled away from the horrific sight. He glared at Sherlock.
"A severed head?!" Sherlock had already started walking into the lounge.
"Just tea for me thanks."

You laughed despite yourself but faked a coughing fit when John turned his glare onto you. John then marched back into the living room where Sherlock was once again curled on the sofa.
"A bloody head!" You heard Sherlock tut and guessed that he'd just rolled his eyes.
"Well where else was I supposed to put it?"

This of course triggered yet another argument. You just shook your head in disbelief and set about removing several other body parts from the fridge, making room for the food you had bought and all the while wondering if you'd made the right choice when you'd agreed to stay with the boys at 221B.

John:
You and John had become firm friends which was why you found yourself at his flat almost every evening. Technically it wasn't just his flat as he shared it with his flatmate Sherlock. Sherlock, you had been told, wasn't very good with people so it wasn't much of a shock when he practically ignored your existence for the first few days of visiting.

John spent most of his days at work but had a day off on Thursday, Friday and Sunday. That didn't stop you from coming over when you were sure he'd have finished his shift. The TV blared noisily in front of you but you weren't paying it much attention.

As per usual you were gazing longingly at Sherlock's violin. You'd been told by John that no one was to touch it and that not even Mrs Hudson was allowed to move it whenever she cleaned the flat. This didn't stop you from wishing. Sherlock was out on a case and John was due to be arriving back from the hospital any minute.

Curiosity got the better of you and you crept silently over to the polished instrument. You picked it up cautiously and quickly made sure that Sherlock hadn't entered the room without you hearing him. Your hands were shaking as you dragged the bow across the strings. Luckily, it didn't produce a horrible screeching noise but something that could pass as the beginning of a tune.

You quickly became absorbed in playing song after song so didn't hear the front door opening. Light footsteps tiptoed up the carpeted stairs and pushed the flat door open.
"Sherlock's gonna kill you."

You leapt about three feet in the air at John's voice breaking the tranquil atmosphere. Breathing heavily, you placed a hand to your chest.
"Bloody hell, you scared me!" John raised an eyebrow.
"You honestly think that's the worst that'll happen if Sherlock finds out?" Fear crawled through your stomach and settled there leaving a panicked sensation to spread through you like fire.

"Oh God I'm so dead aren't I?" He didn't say anything but his expression gave his thoughts away. You hurriedly put down the violin, making sure that it was exactly as Sherlock had left it.
"He's still gonna know isn't he. There's no way he won't notice."

John gave you a grim smile.
"It appears as though you'll be hiding out in your house and I'll be visiting you there from now on." The front door slammed open downstairs and Sherlock's footsteps could be hear approaching the room. He swung open the door to see you rushing past him at tremendous speed and John bent over double in an effort not to laugh.

As you sped down the stairs you listened to Sherlock's angry shouts and John's laughing echoing behind you before the you were out the door and down the street as fast as your legs could carry you.

Moriarty:
Sunlight shone through the window of Moriarty's mansion. When you'd first met him and learnt that he was a Consulting Criminal you were a little taken aback by the fact that he casually owned a giant house in the countryside. You'd been imagining more secretive accommodation but had decided not to question his methods.

There was nothing to do. Nothing to steal, no one to kill, no hacking to be done just nought. Moriarty's network was huge so many people had a busy schedule but those that he trusted the most had been given the day off. Unfortunately.

You would have given anything to be out in the field shooting idiots or hacking into the British Government's secret files but you couldn't without someone noticing you leave the house. Moriarty entered the room to see you flat out on the floor gazing out of the window.

This was a normal occurrence because whenever the boredom set in you'd just lie on the floor until it went away. Moriarty found it rather amusing and would often tease you for it. You and him got on quite well but there was a line and if you crossed it then he certainly wouldn't be happy.

You rolled onto your back and saw Moriarty leaning against the doorframe watching you.
"Any jobs?" You asked hopefully. He smirked and shook his head. You let out a groan of frustration and closed your eyes to block out the sun's rays.

"Why can't I go out and do something. I'm so bored." Moriarty stepped over you carefully and sat down on the sofa lazily. He adopted his usual Moriarty pose and propped one of his feet against his other leg.
"You're beginning to sound like Sherlock. Don't let yourself become as ordinary as him Y/L/N." You sighed and sat up.
"It's not my fault there's nothing to do."

Moriarty winked at you making you blush. This was the reaction he was hoping for.
"What did you just think now? Oh, I can only imagine. Such a bad boy/girl." You scowled and faced away from him.
"Aw don't be like that. You did say you were bored did you?"

You heard him shift around on the sofa so turned back to face him, only to find that he was directly in front of you.
"How can you deny such a perfect criminal?" You flicked his nose and leant back on your hands.
"You're such a flirt Boss."

He stood up and smirked down at you.
"You've got no idea."
"I might have a few actually but none of them are exactly pleasant."
Moriarty gave you a genuine smile and began to leave the room. He stopped as though he'd remembered something and glanced back at you.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. There's a client of mine in the basement. Go see what he wants."

You were up in an instant and rushing down to the basement before Moriarty could even start to change his mind.

Alrighty, hope that was satisfactory. I've not much else to say so I'll see ya soon.
~L