While Wearing a Sheet Chapter 1: Bubbles, a sherlock fanfic

Title: ...While Wearing a Sheet.

Summary: What exactly does Sherlock do when he sends John away on those pesky "boring" cases? And more importantly, what on earth does he wear during their Skype sessions. Collection of drabbles of the sometimes uncomfortable, but always amusing, conversations between our beloved detective and his blogger.

John felt his phone buzz. After a moment of rummaging around in his jacket, he located the device and pulled it out, the bright screen light harsh against the poorly lit cab.

9:38 pm

Details. Now.

9:39 pm

Just got back from the crime scene.

9:39 pm

Need specifics. Video chat in five minutes.

9:40 pm

I'm in a taxi back to the hotel now.

9:40 pm

Five minutes.

9:40 pm

Might have to be longer. Traffic is awful.

9:41 pm

Four minutes fifty seconds.

9:41 pm

Sherlock that's not going to happen. I will Skype you as soon as I'm home.

9:42 pm

Don't like waiting.

9:42 pm

Learn to.

9:44 pm

You'd better hurry. Not going to wait up for you.

9:44 pm

Uh huh.

9:46 pm

John...

9:47 pm

JOHN.

9:48 pm

JOHN!

9:52 pm

John clicked the small chat icon on the screen, its mechanical beep confirming that Sherlock was online. A very irritable face popped up almost instantly, partially due to the ridiculously florescent lighting, and partly due to its owner's distaste for waiting.

"Do try to set up a bit faster next time."

John grinned. "What happened to not waiting up?"

Sherlock ignored him and adjusted slightly in his seat, leaning forward. "Tell me what you found."

"Two bodies, both in their teens, both male. Both were found at various points along the river, so we lost quite a bit of potential clues just from the water damage-"

"So they were found IN the water?"

"Yes."

"Were they clothed?"

"Yes."

"Shoes as well?"

"Erm.. yeah I think so."

Sherlock frowned, and reached up to adjust the screen so it focused a bit further down than his face.

John squinted. "Are you wearing a shirt?"

"No." His tone was brisk as usual, and seemed unbothered by John's obvious confusion.

John sighed. "Please tell me you're wearing pants..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I thought we'd been through this before."

John's bemusement grew. "Are you naked?"

"I believe that's the general term for it."

John tried to process this without letting his facial expression give away the mixture of shock and amusement that was currently playing through him.

Sherlock huffed, fingers tapping on the (desk?) in front of him in an annoyed fashion. "Can we move back to the work?"

"Do you do this often when I'm gone?"

Shelock's irritation was growing more appararent by he second. "Do what?"

"Sit round the flat, naked."

"Would you prefer if I started?" Sherlock's tone was dripping with sarcasm, and yet John still chuckled a little to himself.

"Please tell me the door is closed."

Sherlock shrugged. "Maybe."

John closed his eyes, head smacking his palm in frustration. "Mrs. Hudson..."

"I highly doubt she will be storming into our bathroom in the near future."

John looked up.

"You're in the bathroom?"

"Your hearing is quite adequate, John I have no doubt you heard me the first time."

"What are you doing with your laptop in the bathroom?"

Sherlock sighed, face contorting into the "oh-do-keep-up" expression. "Taking a bath. Isn't that what a bathroom is intended for? At least for normal people..."

"Ah. Erm.. Right. Of course."

"The case, John. The case."

"Yes! So uh, both men, clothed, I will check on the shoe-bit. One of them had recently left home because of a fight with his mum, she had threatened to- Sherlock, are those bubbles?"

"What?"

"Are those bubbles in the- are you taking a bubble bath?"

Even in the poor lighting, John could see Sherlock's ears turn a bit red.

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock pushed the screen upward, a suddenly nervous quality adding to his voice. "We'll talk later John."

"Sherlo-"

The screen went black.

John stood up, laughing, and stretched, before heading toward the bathroom to see how the bathtub compared to the one back home. Perhaps, if he was feeling particularly enthused, he would ring the front desk for some bubble bath. Sherlock always complained he never returned with souvenirs...

FIN

*I plan on this being the first in a collection, but please let me know what you thought- I have plenty of other ideas on my plate right now so I'm not sure if this is something I will continue on with or not.