Lestrade and Mycroft left, while John still sat on the counter and studied the flowers.

"These", Emma picked up a daisy. "Are simple but beautiful. Though, she did just give you a baby a few weeks ago." She put the daisy back and picked up a red rose. "So maybe this would be a bit more romantic."

John took the rose and placed it on the counter beside him. "I'm not here for flowers", he said softly.

"Oh", Emma gasped.

A man walked in the store so John swiftly leapt down from the counter. Emma ran to the back of the store to get his bouquet, recognizing him almost instantly, leaving John and the man alone.

"I'm getting confused", the man spoke, gesturing to the rose in John's hand. "See, I thought she was with Sherlock Holmes."

John put the rose back in the basket. "She was giving it to me to give to my wife."

Emma waltzed back in with the bouquet. "10£ is what it's going to be."

The man quickly paid and left, and Emma directed her view back to focus onto John.

"This is what you need to look out for John. Sherlock and I aren't official. There weren't even any rumours yet. Well, out in public, anyways. How would that man know what he knew? I mean, it may be just an assumption of his, but if he knew who Sherlock was, wouldn't he know Mary? Wasn't his inquiry just... I don't know... strange?"

John knit his eyebrows together. "I thought you just told us to look to see who would notice."

"I only said that so you would continue to look."

"You're not making any sense, Emma."

"Yes I am. Before you were all trying too hard, overlooking everything. Now that you know not to look, you will see the world as you did before and you will actually notice all the strange things about it. Like that man."

John looked around the shop, thinking of how to respond. Of what to say so he could avoid a slap. "Then there's just one thing I have to ask, Emma. Do you fancy Sherlock Holmes?"

Emma thought about her answer for a second before responding. Sure, it was very random, but that is the reason why he stayed. He stayed to ask the question. "Sherlock and I aren't official. Now go, its wedding season and I see a couple coming this way. Shoo." She ushered him out of the shop, avoiding the question almost completely. She gave an answer, it just wasn't one he was looking for.

A couple wouldn't be official for two reasons.

1) Not serious enough (or they will never become serious)
2) They aren't a couple

That left John with only one option, and I'll give you a hint.

The second one.

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Emma waltzed into 221 B.

"You seem extremely happy today", Sherlock said, lying down on the couch.

"Yes, well, I have a huge order going out. For a wedding. T'is the season."

"I'm sure Mrs. Hudson would like to hear all about that."

Emma sat on the couch near his feet. "I already told her. Now its your time to tell me why you're still on the couch."

"Thinking", he responded, closing his eyes again.

"Come on! I know you want to tell me!"

Sherlock sat up. "All the victims went to the same elementary school. It also makes sense why you're so interested in this case, it was at your elementary school. They were in your year, you must have known them."

"I did", Emma said softly. She was always soft around the subject of death. Whereas Sherlock treated it as a swimming pool and dived right to the bottom. "That's why I want to know who did it. Do their jobs have anything in common?"

"No", Sherlock said. "The only link we have is the same elementary school. And how they were all thought of as strange."

Emma nodded her head and walked to the kitchen. She got a file off the table. She brought it back to Sherlock, opening and explaining its contents. "These are all the interviews I've done. This will hopefully help you." She put the folder into his hands.

"And where are you going? You just came back. Oh. Right. Wedding season." He lay back down on the couch, going back into his thinking position.

Emma walked to the door and sighed. She was nothing more than 'help'. She walked out and called a cab, planning bouquets to showcase in the front window. She was sure to get a raise this week.