john walked into the hospital, grabbed a cup of coffee then head to the locker room, changing into his scrubs. he's been covering people's shifts so they could take saturday for him because that was sherlock's birthday and he wanted to treat him well all day. john was behind on his sleep, but he was a resident so it was normal for him. the good thing was, he didn't have to cover the er, he just had to check up on patients, assist on surgery and those didn't tire him as much as working in the er. unless something unexpected happened. then john would be in for a real treat.

at his lunch break, sherlock came to see him, bringing him alfredo pasta from angelo's. he sat with john in the canteen as he scoffed down his food.

"slow down," sherlock chuckled as he watched his boyfriend.

john swallowed the moth full of food. "i didn't eat breakfast." he said then took sherlock's tea, taking a sip.

"or dinner last night."

"i was tired." john said as he continued to eat.

"greg informed me about something today." sherlock said.

"hmm?" john hummed as he chewed his food.

"jim got out last week." he said the watch john's eyes go wide as he almost started choking.

john swallowed his food and continued to cough, taking sherlock's tea and taking a gulp of it before he caught his breath. "he has another two years i thought."

"got out early for good behavior apparently." sherlock said and offered john the rest of his tea. "i can get a new restraining order tonight and you can sign it at home."

john nodded. "sounds good." he said and took a smaller bite of his pasta. "do you think he'll come after me?" he asked sherlock.

sherlock shrugged. "it's hard to tell. he sent the letters two years ago. he's probably over it by now if he hasn't tried to contact you in any way."

"can we still get a restraining order even if he hasn't done anything?" the boy asked as he watched sherlock.

"we have enough proof for them to, but if they don't, we can always go to greg."

john nodded. his pager went off and he took it off his hip, standing up as he put it back into his pocket. "i don't know when i'll be home." john said as he closed the togo box.

sherlock stood with him. "want me to wait?"

john shook his head. "no. just make sure there's something out for me to eat, please." he said then gave sherlock a kiss. "love you!" he said before running off.

sherlock watched the boy before he turned to their table, picking up his empty tea and the napkins used by john. when he walked over to the trash can and felt a pair of eyes on him. sherlock threw the trash away then turned around, scanning the canteen. his eyes landed on the barista at the small coffee kiosk. the man turned his head in the other direction and sherlock walked off, leaving the problem to be.

"watson!" john's attendant shouted. "i need you to cover lucas in the er. he'll be taking your rounds."

john continued to do his paper work, shaking his head. "i said i wasn't working er tonight."

"i also said i wasn't having kids, but look at where we are."

john sighed and rolled his eyes, closing the binder and handing it to the nurse. he stuck his pen back into his pocket before going to the er. he saw lucas sitting at the nurses station with his feet on the desk.

"about time, watson!" lucas exclaimed as he stood up. "have fun getting home to your boyfriend now." he said with a taunting smile, patting john on the back before he walked out of the er.

john rolled his eyes and grabbed a chart off the desk, reading through it before heading to bed number six.

john didn't get off until after one. he took his normal route home, still getting that feeling that someone was watching him. when he left the hospital, he saw the man at the coffee kiosk standing outside and now john was seated on the tube and barista was sitting on the other end of the tube, keeping his head down. when the tube stopped, john got off quickly and practically ran out of the station once he saw the barista get off as well. he kept his pace quick as he walked home, feeling like the barista was right behind him. and no matter how many times john turned around, no one was there.

the door closed with a soft click and john locked it, heading upstairs to the flat. he dropped his bag then took off his coat and shoes, just leaving both in the middle of the floor. he walked into the kitchen and saw the pizza box with a note on it.

Onions and pepperonis, just the way you like it. May have stolen a slice or two. Love you, Sherlock.

john smiled down at the note before setting it on the table and opening the pizza box, taking a slice of pizza out. he sat on the table as he ate, noticing how clean the flat was. he looked at the desk and saw the framed picture of him and sherlock then remembered about the restraining order. he slid off the table and went to the desk, opening up sherlock's satchel and going through the papers, taking out the one that said restraining order. he took a pen out of the cup and went back into the kitchen, sitting at the table as he grabbed another slice of pizza and started to fill out the form.

it wasn't around two thirty when john finally got in bed. when he did, he felt the warmth of sherlock press against his back then he instantly fell asleep, not waking up until his alarm went off in the morning.

john sat up and rubbed his face, turning off his alarm then padding into the bathroom. he started a shower then started to get undressed, stepping in once he finished. after a few minutes, he heard the bathroom door close and the sound of clothes dropping onto the floor.

"morning." sherlock said groggily as he kissed the back of john's shoulder, rubbing his hips.

john hummed and leaned against sherlock, feeling his morning wood. "good morning to you too," he grinned.

sherlock chuckled and kissed john's cheek. "you had a wet dream last night and your ass was rubbing against my groin all night long."

john laughed softly and pressed his arse to sherlock's morning wood, remembering his dream very clearly. "because i've been without sex for a week." he said then let out a soft moan as sherlock's cock slipped right between his cheeks.

"i set your alarm an hour earlier." sherlock muttered as he kissed john's neck. "shower sex?" he asked.

"i don't think i have a choice." he said then heard the pop of the lube. he moaned softly and pressed against sherlock's hand as he fingers ran over his area.

sherlock hummed softly as he lubed himself up. "do i get a hint for my birthday present?" sherlock asked as he slowly started to push into  john.

john gasped and braced himself against the shower wall, resting his forehead on his arms. "mmm... no." john said then let out a low moan as he felt sherlock pull out then push back in. "jesus..!" he moaned out as sherlock started to thrust slowly into him.

"you're so tight," sherlock panted as he bit john's shoulder. "i fucking love it," he hummed and picked up his pace, hearing the boy's soft "ohs" get louder.

once their shower was over, john got ready while sherlock made them breakfast. the boy walked out of the bedroom and to sherlock, running his hand over his back as he walked past him and into the living room. he picked his bag up from in front of the door and set it on the coffee table, pulling the things out until he dug out his pager from last nights scrubs. "hey, babe?" john asked as he felt a piece of paper in the side pocket of his bag.

"what?" sherlock asked from the kitchen.

"did you leave this note in my bag?" he asked then unfolded it.

"no. why?"

the second the hand writing was revealed, john froze. "it's from jim." he said softly.

sherlock dropped the pan into the sink and ran over to john, taking the note out of his hand and reading through it quickly. "you're not going in today." he said as he went back into the bedroom.

"i have to or i won't get saturday off!" john called after sherlock. "it's just a note."

sherlock walked back into the room with his phone to his ear and the note tightly in his other hand. "sit down. you're not going in." he said then turned around. "greg, i need all the files on james. everything we have." "it's important." "he left john a note in the bag he takes to work." "i'll fax you a copy." sherlock glanced at john before walking into the kitchen, speaking softer, but john could still hear him. "he wrote about john's personal life." "yeah, yeah. i know that." "just send some one with the files, will ya?"

john grabbed his bag and zipped it up quietly, tossing it over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys then left quietly. once he got a block away he started to get a call from sherlock. "yeah?"

"i don't want you out by yourself." sherlock said through the phone.

"i'll be fine."

"no, john, you won't be. he is on the hunt for you."

"it was just a little letter, nothing big. you're overreacting."

"you didn't read it."

"i know, but i have to go in, sherlock. i want to take you out on saturday."

sherlock sighed. "i care more about your existence rather than the day to celebrate me being born."

"i'm still going in. look, i'm about the get on the tube, let's not fight about this and i'll try my best to send hourly updates. okay?"

"fine. just be careful."

"i will. i love you."

"i love you, too."

john hung up and stuffed his phone back into his pocket as he boarded the tube. he sat down, placing his bag in his lap as he looked at the people around him, not seeing anyone out of the ordinary.