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[acclimatized]

He was actually running behind schedule today and didn't make it home until around six-thirty. The computer system in the library had gone down in the afternoon and, as a result, the process took longer than John would have liked. In this climate, sticking to a schedule was something he was keen to do. There was less of a chance of receiving an unpleasant surprise that way, especially when the law enforcement in this new regime seemed to knock on his door more than the other tenants in the building.

As he started fishing around for his keys outside his apartment, he sensed something seemed out of place and his heart leapt into his throat. His days had become long and dull, but his senses were as sharp as ever and he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but he just knew something seemed off. When he hadn't discovered body parts placed in haphazard places, it was one benefit about living with a detective and had picked up the skills to become one himself... before everything went to hell.

John soon calmed down, however, when he realized Blackheath wasn't causing a riot from inside the apartment. If something was amiss in there, he was sure the pit bull terrier would be raising hell about it. Again, it was a benefit to getting a dog at the end of the day. Making sure to muffle the noise on his end, John unlocked the door and pushed it open a crack, then opened it wide.

The sight of Sherlock and Blackheath sound asleep in his apartment drew a small smile from John. He wasn't surprised to see him. Not really. He often dropped in unannounced on him and it had been a few months since he last saw Sherlock Holmes. He stared at them for a moment and then walked carefully around them to the window, where he flicked the cigarette out onto the street below and started to quietly clear away the dishes. He didn't have the heart to wake them up, even though Blackheath soon leapt up and greeted his owner with an enthusiastic wag of his tail, deciding to let his friend get some well-needed rest.

[deductives]

Sherlock was in a deep enough sleep not to notice Blackheath move away from him. It only caused him to shift and finally close his mouth, halting the snoring. It was telling how tired he must have been, as not that or even John entering the flat woke him. Sherlock's sleep was rarely decent, but in this way of life, it was fitful, and if he was lucky, dreamless.

However, once John started clearing the dishes, the clanking of metal and ceramics caused him to jolt up with a start and a bit of incoherent babbling. His heart beat fast until he saw his friend and settled back into the chair. Nonchalantly, he checked his watch.

"You're home late."

[acclimatized]

"Yeah, I got held up at the library. Apparently their system was throwing a bit of a wobbly." John called back from the kitchen, not startled when Sherlock suddenly spoke up from his chair. Leaving the washing to be dealt with for another time, he walked back into the living room and smiled ruefully at him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." He shrugged out of his overcoat and his jacket, folding them over one of two dining chairs in the room. Blackheath sniffed at his pockets while John frowned. "You look thinner. Have you been eating properly? I can rustle up some something for you."

[deductives]

"Cooking is one thing you've managed to master in my absence, I suppose," Sherlock answered evasively. He ate when he remembered to, which was usually when he felt his stomach trying to gnaw its way out of his body. At least he wasn't saying no.

"Just consider it a trade off for the two pounds you've put on since I was here last." His smile teased, but it wasn't malicious. "But how have you been? The police haven't been bothering you again, I hope."

[acclimatized]

"Cheaper than buying a take-away every night." John agrees in an even voice. It was a lot safer, too. He didn't want to inadvertently reveal his power if a small time criminal decided to take a pop at him, especially since he was suspected he was under some kind of surveillance.

"Erm, one of my neighbours decided I need fattening up. Can't really say no, can I?" He grins impishly, smoothing down his cardigan with his hand and lingers in the living room for a little longer, letting his voice drop. "They have been, but I've been handling it."