Sherlock Imagines

Remove the Sheet!

It was a slightly ordinary day, if you could call it that, at 221B Baker Street. The flat was nice and quiet with a lovely and homey warmth. Ophelia was just getting out of the bath when she heard a beeping sound.

  "Sherlock! The damn computer is beepin' again will you answer it ya damn Brit! It's probably John with an update on the case so you can put that gun down before you  even think about putting more holes in that wall!"

  Sherlock quickly set the gun down and  looked slightly frightened. He loved his girlfriend but he was definitely scared of her, all 4 feet and 11 inches of her. He went to the computer and clicked the 'accept' button as John's face appeared. John looked at Sherlock in slight exasperation.

  "Damn it Sherlock! Could you at least get dressed after having intercourse or whatever it is you do with Ophelia, before answering my Skype call? I don't want to see you half naked. For God's sake Sherlock!"

  Ophelia, having come into the room, heard John and saw what Sherlock was in. "William Sherlock Scott Holmes! Why in the Lord's name are you  dressed in nothing but a sheet? As much as I like the new look, I believe you're scarring poor Watson. He thinks we've been knockin' boots. By the way John we haven't! My hymen is still intact."

  John's face went red in the cheeks. "Good God! You two are something else entirely. I really didn't need to know about your sex life, seriously. Anyway here is what the crime scene is like.", and he went into detail about everything. Ophelia opened the fridge to see that they need some milk.

  "Sherlock dear, I'm running to the grocery. I'll be back soon!"

  Knowing he heard her, she walked out of the flat wrapping Sherlock's scarf tightly around her neck to keep warm and to have his scent near, which calmed her. Right as she was about to enter the store, a burely man picked her up and put her into a black  car.

  Before she could begin to panic, Mycroft said, "No need to fret Ophelia. I'm just taking you to Buckingham Palace. I need Sherlock's assistance. He and John are there waiting for us."

  Once they arrived at their destination, Ophelia was led to a lavishly furnished room where two men sat. One is dressed in trousers and an always present jumper while the other is wrapped in a sheet.

  "For the love of all Castiel! Sherlock, why the bloody hell are you in that damn sheet from earlier? And in Buckingham Palace of all places. Put your clothes on please."

  "No."

  Ophelia huffed and went to sit between the two. Sherlock and Mycroft go into a brotherly spat and John and Sherlock joke around like the goofballs they both are. Sherlock got frustrated with Mycroft's case offer,and got up to walk out. Mycroft stepped on the end of Sherlock's sheet pulling it down to expose Sherlock's bare back.

  "Get off my sheet!", Sherlock yelled to Mycroft. Mycroft just stood there and told him no.

  "I'll drop this sheet and walk out of here. You know I will."

  "Oh please do dear. I'd love to see the view, although I don't want any other female to see your glorious body so maybe just stay here and let me enjoy the view ok?", Ophelia cheekily said. Mycroft looked mildly horrfied while John smacked his hand to his forehead.

  "I'm just messing, man you guys need to get your knickers out of a twist and live alittle eh? Now Sherlock, go be a good boy and put your damn clothes on this instant."

Sherlock huffed but grabbed his clothes and walked out to get dressed. He came back in and set about business.