Fic rec: Sherlock BBC
http://archiveofourown.org/works/244826
John grimaced as his phone chimed. Again. He lowered his newspaper and picked up the phone, fairly certain he knew what he'd see.
ANY PROGRESS? - MH
John risked a glance at Sherlock, who was seated at his desk, turning a small, wooden object over and over in his hands like a deranged squirrel, snarling.
Sighing, John texted an answer.
TOO DANGEROUS TO ASK. REQUEST ARMED ASSISTANCE. - JW
and today's photo here:
Let's all dress better out there today...