It was a normal evening back at 221B Baker Street; Sherlock had just cracked another case and the pair was relaxing (Well, as much as a person can relax with Sherlock as a flat mate). John was in his chair, drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Sherlock had stolen John's laptop when his died and was looking up random things on the internet and updating his website.

Beginning to ignore the laptop, Sherlock started clicking on links that looked remotely intresting to his distracted mind. After a while, Sherlock snapped out of his reverie and glanced at the computer screen.

John heard a somewhat unmanly and distressed shriek. Leaping up, he glanced around the flat - groping for a gun that wasn't there. After a quick sweep all he saw was a slightly distressed Sherlock with a look of shock on his face.

Resiesting laughter, John walked over to the couch and asked, "Sherlock, is something the matter?"

"Well, if that - shriek - was anything to go by, I'd say YES!"

"Are you going to share?"

Sherlock stared at the screen for a bit longer, then shoved it into John's face.

"John, what is that?"

John looked for a moment before laughing and closing the computer. "Seems to me, you accidentally found a porn site."

"My virgin eyes are bleeding!"