Without a Stitch on

"Sherlock!" Joan shouted as she descended the stairs to the foyer her bare feet tapping on the wooden stairs. She peeked to the living room and wrapped her red cardigan tighter around her chest.

Sherlock was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room facing towards the unlit fireplace. He was wearing his brown jeans, his light blue shirt and his grey vest. Those were the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday evening at the precinct.

"You didn't go to bed", Joan said leaning on the door frame.

"I slept a little over two hours", Sherlock said and threw a piece of paper on the pile of grumbled papers. "On the couch."

Joan stepped a bit closer to him and took a better look at the pile of paper next to him. After a moment she noticed that it wasn't just a pile of grumbled papers. It was a pile of origami items. Really beautiful ones. Joan took a piece of origami to her hand and examined it carefully.

"These are lovely", she said and laid a paper swan down. "Is this an experiment of some sort or are you just bored?"

Sherlock didn't say anything. He was bored.

Joan could tell it because if the origami items had been an experiment, Sherlock would have been going on and on about them already. It was just the lack of things to do and the redundancy of energy which were bothering him.

"You had something to say", Sherlock said not lifting his gaze from a paper flower he had in his hands.

"Oh, right", Joan huffed as she reached for her back pocket with her hand and pulled out a white crumbled paper. "Here, I listed everything we need for now. We have run out of many things in these last couple of days."

"So you expect me to run errands?" he asked annoyed and got up from the floor.

"Well, I can see that you have had time to fold origami items around here, so yes, I expect you to run errands", Joan said and handed the paper to Sherlock.

"Why can't you do this thing?" Sherlock asked as he speed-read the text on the paper. There were listed all things from fruits to light bulbs in that note.

"Sherlock, I have something else to do. Besides the last case was wrapped up a few hours ago", Joan explained.

"Well, you can only blame yourself about that", Sherlock said bluntly referring her last sentence, still staring at the note.

"Excuse me?" Joan asked and crossed her arms around her chest.

"What? You were driving the car", Sherlock noted looking at her in the eye. "If you had driven faster, we would have been at the market place sooner. And maybe we would have caught the killer there. But..."

"Okay, I get it", Joan said raising her voice a bit. "Besides we already talked about this. Or actually you talked about it. For over an hour, remember?"

"Still, it doesn't change the fact that if you had driven..."

"I know!" Joan shouted and took a deep breath to calm herself down. "And frankly... I don't care." She turned around and took a few steps towards the foyer.

"Watson, where are you going?" Sherlock asked and huffed. He didn't want to end their argument here.

Joan stopped and sighed. Then she turned slowly around.

"I'm going to take a long, warm bath without any interruptions. So get your butt out of this brownstone as soon as possible", Joan said walking towards the foyer. "I don't expect seeing you in the next few hours."

"Note that I'm not doing this for you", Sherlock muttered and thrust the paper to his pocket.

"I heard that", Joan said and stopped in the middle of the staircase. "And you're right. You're not doing it for me. You're doing it for us. Like I made the list."