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“John?” Sherlock called from the doorway, “Are you coming or not?”
“…”
“Oh for god sakes John, how can you still be mad at me when there is a double Murder-Suicide to get to?” The detective asked as he folded his scarf.
“You blew up a little baby chick, Sherlock!” John replied throwing his hands up in the air with frustration.
“I didn’t mean for it to explode, I was only trying to cut it in half!” Sherlock pulled on his trench coat and headed for the door, “So are you coming or not? If not I need to mentally prepare myself for facing Anderson.”
“Cutting it in half is bad enough!” John yelled. “It was my little chick!”
“Oh for heaven’s sakes John it was a bit of chocolate,” Sherlock sighed growing tired of the argument; he wanted to get to the crime scene.
“It was my last one Sherlock!”
“I will buy you some more on the way home if it means that much to you. Now are you coming or not?”
Perking up at the promise of more chocolate John replied, “Of course, there is a double Murder-Suicide, you couldn't pay me to stay at home.”