So there I was, sitting in work, when a sequel to Under Control popped into my mind and wouldn't be banished…..for good or ill, here is my second 221b! If you like please review, if you don't like please criticise – I need to know where I'm going wrong

Don't own Sherlock, John or any other characters in this fic – just wish I did! Thanks to ACD, SM & MG (and the wonderful cast of SHERLOCK)!

"You've got to ring him Sherlock."

"But John…."

"No. Now!"

"But why Mycroft?"

"Because!" John took a sip of his tea and stared pointedly at the open windows, where hurricane force winds were howling through, threatening to take away anything not pinned down.

Sherlock huffed and pulled his feet up onto the chair, his face creased in a childish pout.

"Okay. That's it. I'm moving out!"

"What? Why?"

"The smell of rotting flesh is too much, Sherlock, just….call Mycroft!"

"Can't I call Lestrade?"

"And say what? That you're really sorry, but there's a decomposing corpse in your bedroom and you need help to get rid of it?"

"It was an experiment, John, he'll understand that!"

"Somehow Sherlock I don't think that vacuum packing a corpse into a storage container, putting it under your bed and then forgetting it for over a year is even remotely understandable." John glared at his soon to be ex flatmate. "It's Mycroft or me. You decide!"

Sherlock huffed again, but his expression now wary. Picking up his phone he rattled off a text to his older brother. Moments later John's phone rang.

"I've sent a clean-up team John, they will be there shortly." Mycroft said, adding smugly "But do tell me again what it's like to live with Sherlock."

"Well, like I said, I'm never bored!"