Change of hearts 5

Change of hearts 5

Sherlock's POV
It took exactly 2 hours, 23 minutes and 17 seconds before the door of my apartment swung open again to reveal no-one else then Allison Jamesson carrying a bag full of groceries in both hands, proving that she and Mrs. Hudson had returned from their shoppingtrip. At the very same moment I was sitting at the kitchentable investigating some bloodcells underneath my microscope.
With a bang that made the table shudder, Allie dropped the bags on the little place that wasn't occupied with my experiments. She sighed annoyed and though my eyes were still busy with looking through the lenses of my microscope, I just knew she was glaring at me.
"Need some help with the groceries Allie?"she asked in a sarcastic voice I suppose was a bad imatation of me. "Ow no Sherlock."she continued. "I've dragged those heavy bags from almost the one side of London to the other, so why would I need help with unpacking?". "If you don't want help then why are you doing so difficult about me not offering it?"I mused, finally looking up to meet her eyes.
Allie sighed irritated and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Never mind."she told me as she took two bottles of milk out of one of the bags and walked to the fridge. When she pulled open the door, she froze for a moment. "You guys weren't kidding."she remarked. "You really have a head in your fridge.". "And a pair of thumbs and there's also a brown paper bag with a humanheart in it."I admitted. Deciding it was best to place the bottles in the space provided by the door, Allie slammed the fridge shut and turned to me.
"That reminds me."she said. "I have a present for you.". At this she handed me a piece of paper. Looking at the paper for a few seconds I frowned in confusion. "Why are you giving me a receipt for a mini-fridge that gets delivered within 24 hours after payment?"I wanted to know. "Because it's not any ordinairy fridge."Allie pointed out. "But your own, personal experiment fridge what means that you can put your head, thumbs and humanheart that's now in our mutual fridge in there so John nor me have to be confronted by a dead man everytime we take something out of it. Speaking of John... Where is he?".
"Girlfriend."I replied still looking at the receipt. "What's her name?"she wanted to know. "Can't keep up, can't remember and also don't care."I pointed out. "You did take the largest model they had, right?"I asked. Allie nodded. "Enough room for even six heads."she assured me. "Happy?". "Well, I have to admit that this is the best present since my first chemestrybox."I told her. "And when was that?"she asked. "When I turned 4."I answered while I rumaged through the things that still were left in the shoppingbags. Food, tealeaves, the nicotinepatches I asked for and...
"Why did you buy showergell that smells like coconuts?"I wanted to know. I never really got it why there were so many diffrent scents of showergell on the market. Soap is soap. "Because I like it."Allie pointed out and snatched the white colored bottle out of my hands. "Now, be a good boy and go play again with your microscope so you can't annoy me anymore.".
"See? Now you want to unpack everything on your own so me offering help when you came in would have been useless.". Allie took in a breath as if she wanted to differ but eventually choose not to. "Whatever."she sighed and continued placing all of the groceries in their respective places.

Allie's POV
As I had put the groceries in place, I soon realised that the kitchen could use some cleaning up. The inside of the cabinets was dusty as if nobody had cared to clean them out with some water and soap in the last few years, but the outside –the cabinetdoors- were even worse then the inside. On one was a splash of green who's source I couldn't really place and on another was something that looked like a burningmark. That's when I realised this had to be leftovers from Sherlock's many experiments and decided that since I was now a member of the team, I could atleast try to make the flat a bit more... Organised.
"I'm back."John called when he entered the apartment about a small hour later. When he didn't saw Sherlock or me in the livingroom, he immediatly came to the kitchen. Sherlock was still busy with his microscope and whatever that layed underneath it, while I was scrubbing the kitchen from head to toe. "You're cleaning?"John asked amused. "You do realise that with Sherlock around there is no point in doing so, right?". "I can always try."I replied with a smile. "We're roomies now John. All three of us have to give and take. And I already gave.".
"You did?"the doctor asked confused. "She bought me my own fridge to put all my experiments in progress in."Sherlock told his partner, not looking up from his microscope. "Apparently, she doesn't like the head in the fridge.". "Or the thumbs."I added. "Or the humanheart. I'm suprised that Mrs. Hudson hasn't complained about it yet.". "That's because she's our landlady, not our housekeeper. Though she constantly makes tea for us and even cooks us dinner."Sherlock pointed out. "And that she does in her own kitchen what makes that she's unaware of the contents of our fridge.".
A scene popped in my head of Mrs. Hudson, the sweet landlady, opening the door of our fridge and getting comfronted by the deadstare of the head that was in it. She would scream for sure and drop anything she would have in her hands at the moment. I'm even pretty sure that the 'strange object' would make the poor woman would get a heartattack. "Let's just hope she stays unaware of the contents of our fridge."I concluded before I returned my attention back to the goo that sticked on the cabinetdoors.