He Did It Wrong • Sherlolly One Shot

He did it wrong.

(Sherlock's POV)

I could feel the frustration building inside me. As usual, I was sprawled out over my large sofa with my hands in my signature praying position. John and I were trying to solve a case where a wealthy woman had been found with her lungs frozen but the rest of her body at a dangerously high temperature. Usually, cases like this were easy for me, but I took pleasure in dragging this one out, no matter how much it annoyed Lestrade, because John was usually so busy with Mary and the baby that he never had time for cases, so when he did get chance to work with me, I optimised the time we had. Plus, my mind was distracted elsewhere and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't focus on the terribly boring murder case.

"SHERLOCK!"

I was broken from my thoughts by John shouting my name. I blinked at him, unsure of why he felt the need to be so abrupt when attempting to get my attention,

"Bloody hell Sherlock, I've been shouting your name for the last 5 minutes, where were you?"

"Thinking."

"I thought this case was simple?"

"It is."

"Then why, pray tell, have you been muttering frustratedly to yourself for 15 minutes?"

I stared back at him, I hadn't realised my frustration was visible on the outside as well.

"I apologise John, my mind has been elsewhere."

"Not on the case?"

"I've been trying to focus on the case, but unfortunately that has not been possible."

"Well someone mark it on the calendar, the day the great Sherlock Holmes was unable to focus -"

"John. Please do not mix your sarcasm with ill timed jokes. It doesn't suit you."

"Well Sherlock, please enlighten me with what has been bothering you."

"You don't have time."

"What?"

"Mary's about to text you and tell you she needs you at home, Rosie is crying and she needs more pampers."

At that exact moment, John's text alert pinged and he look down and read the message, his eyes wandered back up to me,

"How did you -"

"Oh please John, it's obvious. You've already been out for at least an hour because it stopped raining approximately 65 minutes ago, yet your coat still has traces of raindrops under the collar and on the shoulders. Saturday is your shopping day and you always return home by 11 yet here you are at half past with not a single shopping bag, meaning you haven't bought anything yet and knowing Rosie is still incapable of cleaning and disposing of her personal waste herself, it becomes clear that you need nappies. Now go and help your wife and don't forget the cream you can't get from boots."

His phone pinged again, he muttered the text aloud,

"Also, please will you get some of the cream that you can't get from boots, we're out."

He stood there with his mouth agape,

"But how-"

"Goodbye John!" I stated as I pushed his bewildered brain out of the door, flinging his jacket after him. I heard the door shut and his car beep open.

I sat up and checked my phone, I had a text from Molly informing me that I'd left that ridiculous hat at the lab last night when John and I were hiding from the insufferable reporters surrounding Barts Hospital. My phone pinged and she informed me she would bring the hat round when she left work.