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A ray of light wakes a still groggy detective. My head… What happened yesterday? He grabs his phone with difficulty, his hands still numb. 4 messages...
17:05 You were right, as usual, the barman put something in the drink. GL
17:45 I’ve looked at the CCTV and saw that you had a drink probably laced with GHB! GL
17:50 Sherlock? Talk to me, man. Are you ok. Don’t do anything juicy! GL
17:55 That’s it! I’m talking to John and if John is not there I’m calling Mycroft!
Sherlock turns quickly to look at the other side of the bed, glad that he was alone… John. Of course he would be delighted to have his friend in his bed… but not like that. Not because I jumped on him and he was too… polite… to say no! Anyway John ‘I’m-not-gay’ Watson would never…
He sits on the edge of the bed looking for his clothes. The only thing he saw was his pants. Shit… He rises, totally naked and… not clean. Arkkkkkkkk, I need a shower!
Later, with clean clothes on, he finally walks into the kitchen. A sleeping doctor was still at the table, surrounded by tea cups and crossword puzzles.
Poor John… the greatest friend a man like me can hope for… The best.