John found a website he hadn't seen before. It was full of fanfics about different T.V. shows. Going to a page about some recent stories he found some Sherlock. Getting even more curios he read the story.

Sherlock came out of his mind palace. His eyes refocusing. He looked at his flat mate sitting opposite him. John's eyes were as huge as dinner plates. He appeared to be holding his breath as well. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

John exhaled quickly and slammed the laptop shut. "Bloody hell..." he whispered. "Spaghetti sauce..." He stared at Sherlock, seeing him in a whole new light.

"John?" Asked Sherlock, curios why John was searching him over like that. "What were you reading? Is it a case?" Sherlock asked, getting somewhat excited.

"No! No it bloody well wasn't!" John blinked, trying to rid the image of his flat mate kissing him. He squirmed deeper in his chair.

"What did you read?" Sherlock asked. Wondering what he could've read to make him twitch like that.

"Nothing! It's just... Read for yourself!" He opened his laptop and tapped the password in. Then handed it to Sherlock. Watching carefully, he watched as Sherlock started reading. His eyes were narrow, then blinking, the turned wide and stared. Flicking back and forth over the screen, taking in each word. He peered at John over the screen, widened his eyes even more, then returned to the screen. Finished, he very slowly closed the laptop. Then just stared at the silver top. "Well, it was..."

"Enjoy it?" John asked.

"It was... erm..." Sherlock seemed lost for words. He was quickly trying to delete everything, but the image of John doing that... Sherlock shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

John took back the laptop. Quickly closing it and placing it on the table next to him. The awkward silence filled the rest of the day.

That evening the two were heading for Molly at the hospital. They walked at a faster clip past the pasta restaurant. At the morgue they found Molly glued to the computer. Eyes quickly sliding over the screen. She held her mouth open and stared in horror. She looked at Sherlock and screamed. Then quickly turned off the internet and jumped up. "Sher-Sherlock. John. How-er-how are you?" She stammered. Shaking all over and twitching her fingers. She seemed to be repeating, "Elevator... elevator... elevator..." staring at her feet.

John and Sherlock quickly concluded that she found the website.

I will be adding another chapter soon! :-)