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A sudden ring from John's cellphone prevented the poor man from the awkward moment of mouth flapping and mindless babbling he was about to go through after Sherlock's less than tactful suggestion.

"Hello?" John quickly turned around, trying to prevent Sherlock from seeing his now slightly flushed face.

"John? It's Sarah. Listen, I know today is your day off, but a lot of people called in sick today and we're short-handed. Do you think you could come in and help out?"
"Er…" John spared a glance back at Sherlock, watching the other man play with the lock for a couple of seconds before turning back to the conversation with Sarah. "I'm not really sure I can. I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

"Oh, that's too bad." Sarah sighed, and John heard the sounds of shuffling papers in the background. "It's been really busy today, what with the flu going round."
"Guilt trip not working Sarah." John heard a small shuffling noise from behind him, and before he could move, Sherlock was suddenly breathing over his shoulder, looking at John curiously.

"What does she want?" John wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but Sherlock sounded a bit sulky.

"She wants me to come into work."

"Isn't it your day off?"

"A lot of people called in sick." John said. He shifted slightly, trying to move Sherlock off his shoulder. Sherlock moved, but only enough so that they were now sitting side by side, knees brushing against each other.

"Well if they're that short-handed, shouldn't you go in and help? Seems like the morally correct thing you would do." Sherlock said offhandedly. John merely rolled his eyes in reply and jerked the handcuffs up, rattling them for emphasis. "John there is no reason I can't come with you to work. I'll be good, I promise."

"No Sherlock. You aren't coming to work with me. It isn't 'bring your incorrigible roommate to work day.'"

"Oh come now John, you need something to do while I'm working on the handcuffs; might as well earn money while you're at it." Sherlock smiled, amused at John's frustration. Moving quickly, he plucked John's phone out of his hand and held it up to his own ear, holding a now frantic John back with the handcuffed hand. "Sarah? Yes, this is Sherlock. Just letting you know that John will be coming in today, although I'm coming with him."

"Why do you need to come with him?" Sarah asked, baffled.

"Ah, well we're handcuffed together and I haven't managed to pick the lock yet so if you want John, you're going to have to take me along with him." Sherlock answered politely. Sarah let out an exhausted sigh on the other end of the line. Sherlock could almost see her rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"Isn't that the way it always is?" Sarah let out an unladylike snort, "Very well. We need John's help desperately, so I'm willing to let you tag along. Can you be here within an hour?"

"I'll make sure we're there soon. Goodbye." Sherlock pressed the end call button and moved his hand away so that nothing was now holding a still scrambling John away from him.

With an 'Oof!' John went sprawling into Sherlock's lap. A slightly less frustrated John would have been completely embarrassed to find himself laying in Sherlock's lap, however at the moment Sherlock suddenly had a lap full of a very pissed off John who was giving his best angry glare in the detective's direction.

"Sherlock! We are not going into work like this!" John scowled.

"We went into my work like this and everything was just fine. I don't see how going into your work is any different." Huffing slightly, Sherlock shoved John out of his lap and stood up, pulling John awkwardly towards the door. All the complaints John shouted at Sherlock were promptly filed under 'Not important' and within five minutes, Sherlock had already called a cab to take them to John's work. By the time the cab arrived, Sherlock was ready to leave and had managed to shove John into a coat.
Getting out the door was a challenge though.

"John, stop acting like a child and let go of the banister." Sherlock tugged on John's arm for the tenth time. John pressed his lips together in a stubborn movement and turned his head away from Sherlock, grabbing onto said banister with an even stronger grip. Sherlock rolled his eyes, hiding a sudden smirk. "John if you don't let go I'll have to resort to desperate measures." Another evil look from John was thrown in his direction.

"Very well." Sherlock sighed, and suddenly both his hands shot forward and began tickling John. John's eyes widened comically before a burst of laughter made its way out of his mouth. His grip on the banister loosened slightly, but Sherlock was relentless in his tickling. John attempted to squirm away, but could only get so far before Sherlock switched from tickling John's sides to tickling John's neck.

"Sherlock, stop!" John managed to get out. An amused smile from Sherlock told him that the detective wasn't likely to stop anytime soon unless John sucked it up and went outside. It was between John's pride and his comfort.

"Alright, alright! You win!" John let go of the banister, gasping for breath as Sherlock lowered his hands.

"Shall we take our leave then?" Sherlock asked with mock politeness. John rolled his eyes and nodded, stomping outside with the detective following smugly in his wake.

~SHERLOCK~

A soon as John and Sherlock entered the clinic, everyone started staring at them. Some snotty little kid even pointed at them and asked his mother, loudly, whether or not they were escaped criminals. Decidedly ignoring this, John stomped past everyone to the locker room, preparing to change into his uniform when a sudden thought arose in his mind.

"I can't change into my uniform when we're cuffed together like this Sherlock."
Sherlock rolled his eyes at John again, "Really John, don't look so hopeful," Sherlock looked down at a sudden text message on his phone, "Mycroft's already taken care of it. Says there should be a package in your office with the proper attire dealing with our 'issue'."

"How did Mycroft know that I would need a new uniform so quickly?" John let his own words sink in for a moment before saying, "He's got my cellphone bugged, hasn't he?"
"I'd expect so." Sherlock answered back casually. John groaned and mashed his head against the wall, giving a moment of silence for the death of his privacy.

Of course the uniform Mycroft had sent over fit perfectly, and within minutes John was assigned his first patient of the day. Taking a look over the information given to him on the patient, John prayed that this appointment would go by quickly and without any disruptions from Sherlock.

Unfortunately as soon as the patient walked in the door, John knew that he was screwed. Sherlock's eyes snapped up and down the patient, taking everything in for ten seconds before loudly reeling off information to John.

"This man won't need much. Just some painkillers and for you to bandage his left wrist; apparently he sprained it while masturbating. I didn't even know you could do that."

The patient stood stock still, an increase in red on his face the only sign that he had actually heard what Sherlock had said.

"Sherlock! You can't just go around doing that! We've had this talk before!" John hissed.

"I'm saving you time John. Didn't you want to get this done quickly?" Sherlock queried. John closed his eyes and massaged his forehead.

"I…er…" The poor patient was still standing at the doorway, awkwardness in his every movement, "Maybe I should just go. My wrist doesn't hurt that much." He slammed the door shut and the sounds of footsteps were heard running away from the room.
Everything was silent for a few moment before John groaned and slammed his head onto his desk, not even bothering to look up when he pressed a button on the phone to call the front desk.

"Sarah, send me another one please."

"But I just sent you a patient!" Sarah's indignant voice rang over the speakerphone.
"Sherlock scared him off." There was a slight pause.

"Oh…are you sure you want to do this John?" Sarah asked.

"Just send someone else in." John clicked the end call button and swiveled his chair around to look at Sherlock. "Really Sherlock? Must I tell you to behave?"
Sherlock smirked and rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer the question.
"Yea, that's what I thought." John sighed, trying not to wince as his muscles began tensing up with frustration. "Just keep quiet Sherlock."

Fortunately for John, Sarah sent in a mother and her daughter next. Sherlock did eye them, but chose to ignore the boring family and instead began to poke at the lock on the handcuffs again. John gave a hasty and awkward explanation to the mother as to the reason why her daughter's doctor was handcuffed to another man, and proceeded on with the appointment. To his relief, the girl merely had a bad allergy problem, and by writing a quick prescription he was able to send them off, avoiding the mother's suspicious glares at him and Sherlock. After they had left, John let out a short sigh of relief and told Sarah to send someone else in. John turned away from the door and quickly washed his hands, preparing for the next person. The click of the door opening alerted him, and John turned around to greet them.

"Hello John, Sherlock."

"Mycroft," Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his older brother, "What do you want?"
"I do need to go see a doctor occasionally, Sherlock. Despite what you think of me I am human." Mycroft said.

"You have a private doctor. I repeat Mycroft, why are you here?" Sherlock almost let out an annoyed growl. Mycroft shrugged his shoulder and sat down on the examination table, ignoring Sherlock's protests and looking to John.

"Dr. Watson, I assume your clothes fit you well?" He asked politely.

Slightly confused as to why Mycroft was here, John nodded back and answered just as politely, "Yes, a perfect fit, thank you."

"Excellent."

An awkward silence followed, and John found himself suddenly desperate to leave the room.

"I need to use the restroom, I'll just let you two talk then." John was ready to make his escape when an annoying and familiar tug on his arm pulled him back.

"John, have you forgotten we're handcuffed together?" Sherlock rattled the chain.

"I was trying to." John sat back down next to Sherlock, avoiding the stares now being sent his way. Damn handcuffs. It was almost a nightmare come to life. Now all that needed to happen was for someone to lock all three of them in the room together and all hell would break loose.

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A sudden ring from John's cellphone prevented the poor man from the awkward moment of mouth flapping and mindless babbling he was about to go through after Sherlock's less than tactful suggestion.

"Hello?" John quickly turned around, trying to prevent Sherlock from seeing his now slightly flushed face.

"John? It's Sarah. Listen, I know today is your day off, but a lot of people called in sick today and we're short-handed. Do you think you could come in and help out?"
"Er…" John spared a glance back at Sherlock, watching the other man play with the lock for a couple of seconds before turning back to the conversation with Sarah. "I'm not really sure I can. I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

"Oh, that's too bad." Sarah sighed, and John heard the sounds of shuffling papers in the background. "It's been really busy today, what with the flu going round."
"Guilt trip not working Sarah." John heard a small shuffling noise from behind him, and before he could move, Sherlock was suddenly breathing over his shoulder, looking at John curiously.

"What does she want?" John wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but Sherlock sounded a bit sulky.

"She wants me to come into work."

"Isn't it your day off?"

"A lot of people called in sick." John said. He shifted slightly, trying to move Sherlock off his shoulder. Sherlock moved, but only enough so that they were now sitting side by side, knees brushing against each other.

"Well if they're that short-handed, shouldn't you go in and help? Seems like the morally correct thing you would do." Sherlock said offhandedly. John merely rolled his eyes in reply and jerked the handcuffs up, rattling them for emphasis. "John there is no reason I can't come with you to work. I'll be good, I promise."

"No Sherlock. You aren't coming to work with me. It isn't 'bring your incorrigible roommate to work day.'"

"Oh come now John, you need something to do while I'm working on the handcuffs; might as well earn money while you're at it." Sherlock smiled, amused at John's frustration. Moving quickly, he plucked John's phone out of his hand and held it up to his own ear, holding a now frantic John back with the handcuffed hand. "Sarah? Yes, this is Sherlock. Just letting you know that John will be coming in today, although I'm coming with him."

"Why do you need to come with him?" Sarah asked, baffled.

"Ah, well we're handcuffed together and I haven't managed to pick the lock yet so if you want John, you're going to have to take me along with him." Sherlock answered politely. Sarah let out an exhausted sigh on the other end of the line. Sherlock could almost see her rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"Isn't that the way it always is?" Sarah let out an unladylike snort, "Very well. We need John's help desperately, so I'm willing to let you tag along. Can you be here within an hour?"

"I'll make sure we're there soon. Goodbye." Sherlock pressed the end call button and moved his hand away so that nothing was now holding a still scrambling John away from him.

With an 'Oof!' John went sprawling into Sherlock's lap. A slightly less frustrated John would have been completely embarrassed to find himself laying in Sherlock's lap, however at the moment Sherlock suddenly had a lap full of a very pissed off John who was giving his best angry glare in the detective's direction.

"Sherlock! We are not going into work like this!" John scowled.

"We went into my work like this and everything was just fine. I don't see how going into your work is any different." Huffing slightly, Sherlock shoved John out of his lap and stood up, pulling John awkwardly towards the door. All the complaints John shouted at Sherlock were promptly filed under 'Not important' and within five minutes, Sherlock had already called a cab to take them to John's work. By the time the cab arrived, Sherlock was ready to leave and had managed to shove John into a coat.
Getting out the door was a challenge though.

"John, stop acting like a child and let go of the banister." Sherlock tugged on John's arm for the tenth time. John pressed his lips together in a stubborn movement and turned his head away from Sherlock, grabbing onto said banister with an even stronger grip. Sherlock rolled his eyes, hiding a sudden smirk. "John if you don't let go I'll have to resort to desperate measures." Another evil look from John was thrown in his direction.

"Very well." Sherlock sighed, and suddenly both his hands shot forward and began tickling John. John's eyes widened comically before a burst of laughter made its way out of his mouth. His grip on the banister loosened slightly, but Sherlock was relentless in his tickling. John attempted to squirm away, but could only get so far before Sherlock switched from tickling John's sides to tickling John's neck.

"Sherlock, stop!" John managed to get out. An amused smile from Sherlock told him that the detective wasn't likely to stop anytime soon unless John sucked it up and went outside. It was between John's pride and his comfort.

"Alright, alright! You win!" John let go of the banister, gasping for breath as Sherlock lowered his hands.

"Shall we take our leave then?" Sherlock asked with mock politeness. John rolled his eyes and nodded, stomping outside with the detective following smugly in his wake.

~SHERLOCK~

A soon as John and Sherlock entered the clinic, everyone started staring at them. Some snotty little kid even pointed at them and asked his mother, loudly, whether or not they were escaped criminals. Decidedly ignoring this, John stomped past everyone to the locker room, preparing to change into his uniform when a sudden thought arose in his mind.

"I can't change into my uniform when we're cuffed together like this Sherlock."
Sherlock rolled his eyes at John again, "Really John, don't look so hopeful," Sherlock looked down at a sudden text message on his phone, "Mycroft's already taken care of it. Says there should be a package in your office with the proper attire dealing with our 'issue'."

"How did Mycroft know that I would need a new uniform so quickly?" John let his own words sink in for a moment before saying, "He's got my cellphone bugged, hasn't he?"
"I'd expect so." Sherlock answered back casually. John groaned and mashed his head against the wall, giving a moment of silence for the death of his privacy.

Of course the uniform Mycroft had sent over fit perfectly, and within minutes John was assigned his first patient of the day. Taking a look over the information given to him on the patient, John prayed that this appointment would go by quickly and without any disruptions from Sherlock.

Unfortunately as soon as the patient walked in the door, John knew that he was screwed. Sherlock's eyes snapped up and down the patient, taking everything in for ten seconds before loudly reeling off information to John.

"This man won't need much. Just some painkillers and for you to bandage his left wrist; apparently he sprained it while masturbating. I didn't even know you could do that."

The patient stood stock still, an increase in red on his face the only sign that he had actually heard what Sherlock had said.

"Sherlock! You can't just go around doing that! We've had this talk before!" John hissed.

"I'm saving you time John. Didn't you want to get this done quickly?" Sherlock queried. John closed his eyes and massaged his forehead.

"I…er…" The poor patient was still standing at the doorway, awkwardness in his every movement, "Maybe I should just go. My wrist doesn't hurt that much." He slammed the door shut and the sounds of footsteps were heard running away from the room.
Everything was silent for a few moment before John groaned and slammed his head onto his desk, not even bothering to look up when he pressed a button on the phone to call the front desk.

"Sarah, send me another one please."

"But I just sent you a patient!" Sarah's indignant voice rang over the speakerphone.
"Sherlock scared him off." There was a slight pause.

"Oh…are you sure you want to do this John?" Sarah asked.

"Just send someone else in." John clicked the end call button and swiveled his chair around to look at Sherlock. "Really Sherlock? Must I tell you to behave?"
Sherlock smirked and rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer the question.
"Yea, that's what I thought." John sighed, trying not to wince as his muscles began tensing up with frustration. "Just keep quiet Sherlock."

Fortunately for John, Sarah sent in a mother and her daughter next. Sherlock did eye them, but chose to ignore the boring family and instead began to poke at the lock on the handcuffs again. John gave a hasty and awkward explanation to the mother as to the reason why her daughter's doctor was handcuffed to another man, and proceeded on with the appointment. To his relief, the girl merely had a bad allergy problem, and by writing a quick prescription he was able to send them off, avoiding the mother's suspicious glares at him and Sherlock. After they had left, John let out a short sigh of relief and told Sarah to send someone else in. John turned away from the door and quickly washed his hands, preparing for the next person. The click of the door opening alerted him, and John turned around to greet them.

"Hello John, Sherlock."

"Mycroft," Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his older brother, "What do you want?"
"I do need to go see a doctor occasionally, Sherlock. Despite what you think of me I am human." Mycroft said.

"You have a private doctor. I repeat Mycroft, why are you here?" Sherlock almost let out an annoyed growl. Mycroft shrugged his shoulder and sat down on the examination table, ignoring Sherlock's protests and looking to John.

"Dr. Watson, I assume your clothes fit you well?" He asked politely.

Slightly confused as to why Mycroft was here, John nodded back and answered just as politely, "Yes, a perfect fit, thank you."

"Excellent."

An awkward silence followed, and John found himself suddenly desperate to leave the room.

"I need to use the restroom, I'll just let you two talk then." John was ready to make his escape when an annoying and familiar tug on his arm pulled him back.

"John, have you forgotten we're handcuffed together?" Sherlock rattled the chain.

"I was trying to." John sat back down next to Sherlock, avoiding the stares now being sent his way. Damn handcuffs. It was almost a nightmare come to life. Now all that needed to happen was for someone to lock all three of them in the room together and all hell would break loose.