Crammed inside the cabinet, Sherlock and John tried to sit comfortable, both breathing heavily after the escape. They had just managed to close the door when they heard their followers run past.
After a while, John couldn't take it anymore, and broke the silence with a whisper;.
"Do you think they're still in the house?"
"No." Sherlock's dark voice echoed through the obscurity .
"Great," John moved a little bit. "You think we could, uh, get out?"
"No," Sherlock repeated. John could hear him roll his eyes.
"Bloody perfect." John mumbled. "Why- why is that?"
"Because i said so,"
"Sherlock, i need a reason-"
"Oh, for God's sake," Sherlock shouted. Then he mumbled something John couldn't hear. He shuffled a little closer and tilted his head.
"What was that?" Sherlock let out a huff and turned away.
"l'ckers l'cked."
"Sherlock-"
"The bloody cupboard is locked, okay?"
John let his shoulder fall and sat back. He tried pushing the door open with his feet, but the lack of space wouldn't allow him to succeed.
Panting, he let out a frustrated sigh and gave up.
"Do you have your phone?"
"It's with Mycroft. Yours?"
"I- i don't know actually." John searched his pockets, but they were empty. Fuck it all.
"How long has it been?" John felt tired, but didn't have a watch on him.
"It's impossible to know. It might've been ten minutes, an hour, two."
"What do we do then?"
"We... wait." Sherlock said, reluctantly. He then sighed loudly.
"Sherlock."
"Yes?"
"Aren't you bored?"
John was met with a brief silence.
"Sherlock?"
"Of course i'm bored." He laughed a short, humourless laughter. "I'm stuck in a cupboard with... With you." He paused. "Not that you're the worst possible choice. Being here with Anderson would be terrible, and with Mycroft..." He shuddered. "Complete agony."
John snorted, but didn't move.
"Then, what do you suggest?"
"What do you mean?" Sherlock replied, sounding completely drained.
"What do we do? We can't just sit here and.. and rot?"
"Lestrade should find us before nightfall."
"What do we do until then?"
"Well, i don't know..." Sherlock yawned. "Truth or dare."
"What?" John must have misheard.
"Truth or dare. It's a game you play, right? When you're with friends?"
"I- i guess. But i don't think being literally stuck counts as-"
"Please?" Sherlock's plea was nearly inaudible. John sighed, but smiled a little.
"Truth."
"Hmm, how many people have you killed?"
