TYPE: I guess fluff? Its not SUPER cute, but there's no smut or angst involved, so that's that.

JOHN'S POV

"Well," Sherlock began, breaking the heavy silence between us "this is a nice change of scenery." I picked my head up out of my hands, glaring holes into him.

"Sherlock. We're in a prison cell."

"I was trying to be optimistic..."

Anger bubbled in me with great intensity. I gripped the bridge of my nose, trying not to erupt. "Sherlock. We are in a prison." I emphasised again, trying to make him understand my utter frustration.

A scoff. "Obviously..."

"Don't you scoff at me you GOD AWFUL LUNATIC!" I shouted with a burst of anger. Sherlock remained a casual indifferent stance, my voice echoing slightly off the walls. The only change in his demeanor was his slight flinch at the volume of my voice. He glanced at me in annoyance.

"Do you have to be so loud?" I glared right back at him.

"Do you have to be so inconsiderate, reckless, and bloody infuriating?" Sherlock released a heavy sigh. But no snarky remark left those pretty cupid-bow lips. I shook my head. 'What a fucking perdiciment we're in.' The cell they were in was a private one, no doubt Greg's doing as to maintain Sherlock's and my reputation. Or to keep Sherlock out of any immediate prison fights from insulting prisoners. Perhaps both.

Although, even though the cell was private, it certainly didn't help my mood at all. The cold, steel sort of bench I was sitting on chilled me to my exhausted bones. The space was tiny, and the walls were an old plain cream that all blended into a boring mess. The barred windows behind me was the cherry on top, thick and heavy, a very evidant reminder of the situation we were in. How did we get into this mess?

Excellent question. Quickly, let me just say that there was a nasty tangle with drug dealers that involved one public fountain, three drag queens, one old nike shoe, an hour long rooftop run, and a Blakiston's fish owl. It was definently a more...interesting case. 'I should definently get a good bit of views on my blog from this one...' I thought to myself. Yet that still didnt calm my annoyance with Sherlock for getting me dragged into another bloody ridicuous mess. 

The real problem this time is that we are both overworked. Sherlock usually does'nt eat or sleep during his cases and after a good bundle we had been solving, he had started to deteriate. It was getting worse than ususal. After he collapsed in the hall in Baker St. after a case I had put my foot down. I had strictly told Sherlock that we were to take no cases for a week. A bloody week! That's all I fucking wanted! I thought that since we were starting a relationship (yes, finally) I thought he would start respecting my rules. 

He did'nt. He ended up getting a case from Lestrade behind my back. I quickly dialed Lestrade and told him the circumstances, and he pulled the case from Sherlock's authority. Sherlock did'nt stop there. I had caught him heading out the door and quickly sought after him. He did'nt listen to me like always. After 10 minutes of arguing I decided to just give up and just go along. After the whole ordeal it landed us in a damn prison cell. 

What a fantastic start to a relationship.

Sherlock was walking around the cell restlessly. "John could you please not fume so loudly? It's making my mood worse than it already is." 

"Your mood?!" I guffawed. "You do realize that this whole cell mess is your fault? That I was trying to help you from putting yourself in your own bloody grave?"

Sherlock groans and starts to pace more. 'Oh God here he goes'.

 "Let me remind you, you chose to be my companion remember? I took care of myself just fine before you came along. And further more I think if you chose to be my partner, then you should be prepared for me to not obey your every whim-." 

I leap to my feet and gripped his front tight and knock his back to the wall. Sherlock tenses up but doesnt push away. 

"Yes, I did fucking choose to be your bloody partner. And yeah, I can keep up with all of your bullshit. But that doesn't mean i'm always perfectly happy with following you around like a damn trained dog. And me making you follow my every whim?! Are you even aware of how fucking demanding you are!" I shove him away and stalk back over to my cold bench. 

Sherlock watched me slightly shaken but cool as ever. I glare into him. I take a breath. "Sherlock, i'm not trying to control you. But...damn it I care for you! I...just..." I struggled for the words. Sherlock watched me attentivley. 

"...sometimes I see you slave away at these cases and I get fucking worried. You dont eat, you dont sleep, you...you can barely wrap your stupid scarf around that gorgeous neck sometimes 'cause your hands shake so much from exhaustion. All I was trying to do was care for you. No matter how much you deny it Sherlock, you are human. And you just need to rest sometimes..."

I look at Sherlock. His features had softened and his beautiful eyes were open to mine now. Not hard and cold in defence mode. I loved when he let his walls down for me like this. For a while now, i've had to chip piece by piece of his barriers away, getting to know the Sherlock I care for so much more and more. But he has allowed me through his walls many times for me to better understand his nature. Hopefully this helps him start to understand mine.

 Sherlock moves forwards to sit on the bench with me. Up close I see he looks tired, dark circles under his pretty eyes from another long night of working the case. I watch closely, waiting for another snide remark or complaint. He then lifts his heavy eyes back up to mine and sincerely says,

"I'm sorry John." 

I sit there, looking back at him in surprise. In all of the cases, life endangering perdiciments, petty arguments, out of everything we've been through so far, he has never once apologized to me. I open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off again.

"John, I know that I am not always the most...experienced person in tending to others emotions and well-being. And I know I abuse your loyalty often. And I apoligize for that. I did something that has caused you distress, and I realize my error and pologize profusely." He reaches for my hand and holds it tenderly in his own, as if it would break any second. 

"I care for you greatly and I know I can be harsh, but I will try to not be so harsh to you, John. I will try to listen to you more. Can you forgive me?" 

Damnit. I could never stay angry at this man.

I leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. Sherlock, still not 100% used to the idea of kissing, tensed for a brief moment. He quickly relaxed and awkwardly shifted closer, putting a hand to my face. He pulled back a little and looked into my eyes, his pupils the size of quarters. 

"John, you are fantastic." I laughed and nudged his nose with mine. 

"You might want to stop with the apologise and heartfelt compliments or else i'll start to get a big head like yours darling." We both broke out into a giggle fit like school boys. Sherlock was studying my face very fondly, a trait I rarely saw with him. He seemed to be comitting everything to memory, somewhere safe in his mind palace. I'm no extreme genius, but I knew I would never forget Sherlock's face.

 I smiled at him and pushed some of his lovely curls aside, almost overwhelmed from this oddly sweet moment they were sharing. "What am I going to do with you?"

Sherlock grew a cheschire grin. "I could suggest a favorable start..." Sherlock began to lean in for another kiss when the door buzzed open. Sherlock huffed in annoyance when I stood to the sound. The door opened to an annoyed Greg Lestrade leaning against the threshold. 

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Sherlock strode out haughtily, passing Greg with barely a side glance. I smiled appreciatevly and quickly left the cell. Greg rounded on Sherlock for going on a case without the correct authority, about the dangers he was in, the amount of paper work he'd be buried in, etc. All I could do was watch Sherlock brush everything off with indifference until we could leave. 

'God above, Sherlock Holmes. You drive me mad.' 

THIS ISNT EXACTLY TO MY LIKING, BUT IT WILL DO FOR NOW LOL. HOPE YOU ENJOYED!