Emma was super tired, and didn't think she could make it much longer. She yawned, causing John to yawn afterwards, infecting everyone except Mary and Sherlock.

"Are you all tired?" John and Emma nodded their heads while Sherlock shook his.

"John, you go to the back with Emma, Sherlock, get up here", Mary ordered.

The three of them all walked around the car, finding their new spots. Mary would drive, Sherlock was in the passenger seat, and John sat beside Emma. The whole car was dark because they were spying on the house, so the only light came from nearby street lights. This didn't help with their yawning problem. Emma quickly found herself falling asleep.

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"Emma... Emma", Sherlock shook her. She woke up in the car, but John and Mary were gone. No. There never was a John or Mary. They were in the cab. Must have been a dream.

"We're here."

"Oh", she giggled, "Sorry."

Sherlock got out of the cab standing behind the door to leave it open for Emma. She got out her wallet to pay the driver.

"You two must love each other a lot", the driver said.

"Why is that?" she handed him the money.

"He's letting you pay!" he laughed.

"Well, it's been two years, so I'm keeping my hopes up."

She got out of the cab. They were in front of Sherlock's flat. "I thought we were..." she looked at Sherlock confused, then stared at her shoes.

Different shoes. A different outfit. What had happened?

"Emma, are you okay?" he put his arm around her waist for support. She felt foreign to the placement of his arm. She started squirming, but that only made him tighten his grasp around her.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes Emma?"

Maybe something happened, maybe Sherlock was just abnormally awkward and weird. Maybe she was just over thinking. She grabbed his hand and got his arm away from her waist, opening the door to 221 B. Mrs. Hudson came out of her room and hugged the both of them.

"How was it?"

"How was what?" Emma asked.

"The date?" Mrs. Hudson stood there expectedly.

"Well, Emma said to the waiter that..."

As Sherlock was talking, Emma walked into Sherlock's flat. There were pictures of the two of them. When were these taken?

"Uhh... Sherlock?"

Sherlock ran up the steps.

"Are you okay? You don't seem like you tonight", he said.

"How do I not seem like me, you're the one that's acting weird. Your arm around my waist? Coming to me as soon as I call? Sherlock, look at you. You're smiling. Smiling. Last time I checked you didn't know how to smile nonetheless have a girlfriend--"

Sherlock leaned in and kissed her to shut her up. After a few seconds of passion from Sherlock and slight squirming from Emma, Sherlock broke the kiss and the silence. "Did I know how to kiss?"

"Ahh!!" Emma woke up in the car with John beside her, Mary in the front, and Sherlock in the passenger. John stared at her concerned, while Mary looked at her like it was not a huge deal but something to ask about and Sherlock looked out the window.

"Emma, did you have a nightmare?" John sat up, examining her eyes. He put his fingers on her wrist to check her decreasing heartbeat. "You were screaming and hyperventilating and your pulse quickened."

Emma took in deep breaths to give off the illusion she was okay.

"It was nothing", she lied.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mary asked.

"Nope, I'm good. It was nothing." She stared out the window and muttered to herself. "All nothing." She hoped that her looking out the window would signify no one to ask her anymore questions, but John clearly didn't get the memo.

John stared at her still. "So what was it then?"

"Sherlock." She turned around to face John, "I have no feeling for Sherlock, okay? We're just friends, only met yesterday, I don't. Like. Sherlock."

Sherlock turned around and looked at her. "Is this because of the waiter?" He obviously only wanted more information, already knowing that it was not what happened with the waiter.

"No, Sherlock, it is not because of what happened with the waiter. I just... we will ever only be accomplices, friends, nothing more than that, okay? Promise me."

"I promise, Emma."

She looked out the window again and then back at Sherlock. That's when it clicked with Sherlock. He decided it best not to bring up, knowing that Emma did not want to talk about, which was one of the only tips he actually remembered from Mary's 'Dating 101' lessons.

"You might want to also promise me that we're leaving right now because Mark might be on to us."

Everyone stared out the window and saw that Mark was coming down the steps, right towards their car. Mary had to drive them to Sherlock's flat.

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As they walked in, Mrs. Hudson walked out of her room.

"How was it?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

Oh no. "How was what?" Emma asked this wearily. Is my dream coming true?

"The date?"

"Well Mrs. Hudson I wouldn't call it a date..." Emma started to explain how it wasn't a date, it was a stakeout in the name of criminology, but Sherlock stopped her so Mary could talk.

"It was great, Mrs. Hudson. John and I really wanted to go on a date before the baby pops out."

Oh. That date.

"We should go upstairs now", Sherlock said.

Mrs. Hudson went back into her flat as everyone else went upstairs.

"John", Emma asked him a question as he sat down in his chair. "How do you deal with Sherlock?"

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Well, he keeps hands in his freezer."

"Are we seriously talking about this again?" Sherlock spoke, but Emma ignored him.

Emma kept adding to the list of things titled 'everything wrong with Sherlock'. "Then he tried to make a joke about it."

Sherlock put the kettle on to boil, "I did not just try, I successfully made one."

"Sure, sure, and anyways", Emma took off her jacket and strung it over Sherlock's chair. "He's a mess. Just take a look at his desk!" She mutters the last part, "makes it so hard to find things."

Sherlock overheard her and walked into the room. "You shouldn't be looking for anything." He walked over to his chair and picked her jacket off of it, bringing it to the hanger.

Emma walked over to the fireplace and picked up the skull. "And what's this?" she asked John.

John answered almost immediately, "It's his friend's."

"How reassuring." She put it back in the same place and went and sat in Sherlock's chair.

"No no no", Sherlock dragged out a chair and put it in between his and John's.

"I thought we were done with all the questions", she pouted.

"Well, now John's here." He sat down in his chair and motioned for John to ask a question.

"What do you do for a living?"

Emma sat down in her chair, "I'm a florist."

"And what are you doing here?" he asked.

"There's", she reached into her pocket and took out the note. "This."

Mary walked over and took it from her. "Wow. That's very... straight to the point."

A small ding came from the table.
"Oh yeah", Emma looked towards the table. "There's that, too."