"Good morning." Mrs. Hudson calls cheerfully. She walks into the kitchen with some bags in her hands. She said she would be back certain days ago, but she just arrived now. I almost intended to call the police soon.

"Hello." Sherlock greets less happy. He's surprised by her sudden raid. Lazy in the couch, he tries to switch on his phone worn with age. The last days he only was involved in his phone.

"Uh," Mrs Hudson stares at him for a while. Startled by his sarcastic tone ," well, what I wanted to say. I have a surprise for both of you."

"Yeey." Sherlock ironically makes clear. "I adore that." I think back of Rosie and the phone I gave him. Doesn't he like it? Rosie is purring in his lap and the phone is shining upon the table. He can't keep his hands off of it, of course he likes it. 

Mrs. Hudson sighs. "I would like to throw a party here."

"That's the surprise? We must give a party in our own house? I don't think that's still a surprise." I say knowingly. I don't want to spoil the atmosphere, but it's better she notices what she just said.

"On the party I will announce something important. Kind of surprise for you." I nod curiously and approvingly. Seems a strange concept to me to organise a surprise in the house of the one's you want to give the surprise to. Mrs. Hudson is an extraordinary type sometimes, but that defines her.

"Who's invited?" I ask. I search for a notebook in the kitchen drawer.

"Your friends. Mike, Greg, Molly, Myc-" Sherlock jumps up out of the couch and walks to her.

"No, not Molly." His eyes are wide open of astonishment and his cheeks are flushing.

"What? What do you mean with that?" Didn't he processed the alcohol trauma yet? I do understand, I rather want Molly not being present at our parties. Who knows what for trick she will do again. I don't want Rosie being poisoned.

"Then she can't come." He says. He seems to drawn this all up. I don't know the true reason. He's getting into a panic.

"We don't know the date yet." She points out. She invigorates her surprised facial expression by raising her hands. To me she's pretty ironical.

"She's busy... with all kind of things. People die." I swallow and cough in my hand to let Sherlock stop with whatever he's doing. "I'll call her."

"Maybe we can invite your old school mate." I decide. Maybe he finally will be able to tell us who he is in fact.

"I'll call him too. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." He points out to me. He leaves the kitchen, takes both of his phones and closes the bedroom door.

Yay, nice mystery.

"Nice humour."

"What will that surprise be like?" I lean on the table and look at her questioning.

"The best surprise you'll ever hear."

"Though you say so yourself..." I write down certain names, who really need to be present. Is this really such an important news? Maybe I should invite my parents, or Sherlock's. But they do not know we're together yet. I can tell them he's just a housemate. Nothing more? "Where have you been for so long?" I ask finally.

"I had all sorts of things on my mind." She takes the easy way out. 

Impatiently I knock on his door. I hope he's not calling; that would be awkward to him.

"Yes?" Sherlock opens the door friendly. He stands in front of me, while he's stylishly dressed. Some time ago he wore an old shirt and a jogging.

"What-"

"Something important." He says not knowing what I was about to say. He always does so. He always outsmarts me and it starts annoying me.

"Now?" I point out at the clock. "We're about to eat."

"I'll be back soon." He kisses me on my forehead and he walks on. It's annoying to not know anything about his life.

"You said so previous time." I call. In the meantime he's reached the stairs.

"Exception." He rushes down and I hear a slamming door. Now I'm alone again. Fortunately Rosie is here. Before I walk to the living room I walk into our bedroom. There's no phone in his room. What is he always up to?

"Hey, little Rosie." I whisper. I sit down next to the couch. She's looking in front of her curiously. I kiss her on her little head. "Did Sherlock tell you something?" I think he will be back within half an hour, so I think of a meal I can prepare.

After 36 minutes he walks into the living room. Meanwhile I am watching the telly, but I don't know what it is about.

"Hey, runaway." I react indifferently.

"Hey, John." He heads to me and from where he stands behind the couch he kisses me on my forehead. I rather have no affection till he explains what is going on inside him. I have to guess for it again.

"Did you shop well?"

"Shopping? Do you see me doing that?" He laughs. He puts the keys on the kitchen table and pulls of his coat.

"Swum?" I ask randomly. He gets annoyed by my questions, me by his responds. Now we're even.

"No swimming gear."

"Bowled?" I laugh myself.

"Germs." He throws his shoes aside. Then he closes the bedroom door, which was already open a little while. Just now I realise Rosie isn't here. She probably sneaks into our room. I jump up and walk to the bedroom. In the middle of the room Rosie is purring. Her eyes are closed and her legs are hidden under her body. Sherlock trails behind me and puts his arms around my waist. We are looking together at the sleeping Rosie.

"Cute." He whispers. "You and she."

"Thanks, Sherlock." I give him a kiss on his cheek. With his way too stylishly dressed costume suit he looks more mature and dominant.

"We'll eat?" I ask politely.

"If you want to." I push him into the hallway. Carefully; his perfect outfit may not wrinkle. I take out the pizza, because I couldn't think of anything better. I hope Sherlock is content, the possibility is big. He finds anything I choose good.

"Do I smell pizza?" He asks. His question makes me laugh. He sees how I take the pizza, but he still asks this ridiculous question.

"No, fresh sprouts."

"That's jummy too." 

"Do you like sprouts?" I ask surprised. I put the pizza on a plate and cuts it into pieces. 

"I've never eaten it. Come on, John, you know I'm not a judge of vegetables and fruit. But I do know people do not like it."

"Right, your the dumbest human being I've ever met." He seems enormously surprised, like it moves the feelings of his heart's. "But dearest, of course."

"Let's eat." He laughs. He takes a piece and puts it on his plate. The upper layer goes from the pizza and he longs for anything cold. "Water." He shouts. The cheese burns upon his tongue and he seems to panic. He lashes out with his arms. I stand up and run to the tap. I grasp for the first glass I see and I fill it. Sherlock starts laughing. He stands up. Just now I am aware of his joke. I throw the water over him. A pity for his costume suit.

"Wow, it was just a joke. Was that water really necessary?"

"Yep." I laugh. "Why did you do that?"

"Just. But your face." He pulls of his costume.

"You just did it because of this one sentence?" I realise. "You're so annoying."

"Repeat again." He says. He stands up again and puts his costume on the chair.

"You're so annoying." He pulls on the tap and throws water over me. "Ow, not again." I sigh.

"Didn't promise."