"John?" The detective's voice was small and hesitant, "Promise me one thing…"
"Anything," John nodded, rubbing circles on the other one's back.
"This won't go on your blog," Sherlock sat up, "please."
John assured him, but he was curious about what would become of the pictures, "Will you keep them?" Sherlock shrugged, then he eyed John suspiciously, "Why? Do you want them?"
"No! God, no. But what if someone finds them? Remember that creepy guy who broke into the flat the other day? What if the next time that's one of Moriarty's men? Think of what he'd do to you."
Sherlock pouted and sighed, "They're only copies, John. We never got all the negatives. Someone still has them."