A/N: I don't think I've ever had a show give me as many plot bunnies as I have for Sherlock. Not even Glee or Doctor Who, which is saying something. But yeah, it's just another fluffy Johnlock drabble.

It was exactly four-thirty in the morning, and John Watson was soundly asleep, exhausted after a day of investigating a murder case with his best friend. (Just a normal day for them, really.) He was grateful for the sleep, because he didn't get it often. He enjoyed his life of crime solving and insanity very much, however it resulted in him almost always being deprived of the sleep he needed.

So when Sherlock Holmes came bounding into his bedroom with exclamations of "Wake up John, we've got a lead!" He wanted to scream into his pillow. He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes tiredly, his hair sticking out in all directions. Sherlock smiled a little to himself when he realized John slightly resembled a hedgehog when he woke up. It was quite endearing.

A great yawn escaped John. "Sherlock, it's too early. I need sleep."

Sherlock scoffed, "Sleep is not important right now John, I'm close to solving this, I know it. Now come on, we've got to go back to the scene of the crime. I'll hail a cab, meet me outside."

Sherlock rushed back out of John's room and down the stairs, eager to get going. John sighed. So much for a good night's sleep. He got out of bed, pulled on a pair of trousers and a jumper, and walked downstairs where he found Sherlock waiting for him in a cab. John wished he could've at least gotten a glass of water to wake him up. He felt like he could collapse at any moment.

Sherlock began explaining his theory as soon as John got into the cab, however the doctor found himself not really hearing much of it. The feel of the wheels of the cab turning beneath him was quite relaxing, and after only a few minutes, John Watson had fallen back asleep.

A few minutes after John had fallen asleep, Sherlock realized that he wasn't getting a response from his blogger. "John?" He inquired, and turned to see the doctor sleeping, his head lolling back and forth a bit. He furrowed his brows impatiently. What he had been saying was important. "John." He said. "Wake up, I'm trying to explain something to you!"

Rather than waking as the detective was demanding, John stayed asleep, much to Sherlock's annoyance. Suddenly the cab turned a sharp corner, which resulted in John Watson's sleeping form being tossed onto a surprised Sherlock.

John's head was resting on Sherlock's shoulder, and one of his arms was wrapped around his waist. Sherlock was unsure of what he ought to do. On one hand, he had to wake him up and fill him in on what he had figured out about their case, but on the other hand, he did need the rest. And he looked very comfortable cuddling up to Sherlock.

Sherlock sat for a few moments, trying to decide what to do, when he heard John mumble something in his sleep. The taller man leaned his head forward a bit, trying to make out what he was saying.

"Sherlock." Was all that he had said. Said detective felt a flush on his face. John was dreaming about him? The doctor repeated his best friend's name, and smiled contentedly in his slumber. After a few seconds of thought, Sherlock fondly pulled John closer to him. He would let him sleep, he decided. The case could wait for now.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Oh, and I'm thinking of doing a follow up in which Sherlock is the one sleeping… I dunno, I just find the idea cute. Should I?