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John could be so terribly, terribly blind sometimes... is what goes through John Watson's mind (only at a much faster speed) as he arrives home on one dreary winter evening, tired from work and from carrying two excessively heavy bags and finds the living room spotless. Well, as close to spotless as any room belonging to two bachelors can get. It is still terribly suspicious.
John gently, soundlessly, puts the grocery bags on the floor, toes off his shoes, retrieves his cane from under the couch and starts checking, as quietly as he can manage, every room of his (and Sherlock's) apartment. Nothing good can come out of this.