It was finally Saturday, and I wasn't needed by Elliot today, so I could just relax. I danced around the kitchen, the radio blasting, as I made cookies. I probably looked like a right idiot but who cares. There was a faint knock on the door, which I am surprised I even heard over the music. "Two seconds." I told the person as I put the raw cookie dough in the oven.

I shut the oven door, set the timer and headed to the door, turning the radio down as I passed. I swung it open to see Sherlock stood there, smiling down at me. "Hey, Sherlock." I returned his smile shyly, stepping back to let him in.

"Good morning, Chloe." He greeted me, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek, before heading into the living room. A bright blush rose on my cheeks, which he didn't see, as I followed him through. I passed the mirror in the hallway and realised that I had flour on my face and in my hair, which was messily scraped up in a bun.

"I'm just going to clean up a bit, I was making cookies." I explained, trying my best to hide myself from him, even though he had already seen my state.

"They smell lovely." He commented, not mentioning my appearance, like the gentlemen he is, which made me smile once again.

"Thank you, I'll not be a minute, make yourself comfortable." I told him, and seeing him nod, I rushed off into my bedroom.

*****

I came out not too long after, having gotten the flour off of my face and out of my hair. I walked into the kitchen to check on the cookies, which still had five minutes left. "Do you fancy tea, Sherlock?" I called through.

"That's okay Chloe." He replied, as I headed back through to the sitting room and took a seat next to him.

"How come you decided to pay me a visit?" I asked him, normally, I would be the one to go round Baker Street.

"I just wanted to see you." He smiled sweetly, making my heart melt, and reached for my hand. We hadn't seen  each other in a couple of days. I had been busy with rehearsals and he had had cases, so neither of us really had the time. We talked for a couple of minutes, when my oven timer pinged, signifying that the cookies were ready.

*****

I came back through with the warm cookies and placed them on the coffee table. "No cases today then?" I wondered out loud, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite.

"No interesting ones at least." He mused, following my actions, and grabbing a cookie for himself. "I'm surprised you're not at rehearsals, your show is in a month, right?" He took a bite out of the cookie and smiled.

"Yeah it is, I'm surprised you remembered." I returned his smile warmly before continuing, "Elliot doesn't need me today."

"So you're free?" Sherlock inquired, his eyebrows raised, and a mischievous smile gracing his face, making me nervous.

"Yeah... why?"

*****

"Sherlock, I'm gonna fall over, I can't see." I whined as Sherlock led me somewhere, after blindfolding me.

"I'm pretty sure that is the point of a blindfold." He chuckled.

"Sherlock." I grumbled, warning him.

"Okay, okay, we are almost there and I guarantee I will not let you fall." He replied, "Trust me." We fell back into silence as I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. We walked for, what seemed to be hours, but was most likely minutes, until we reached wherever we were going.  "Okay, we're here." He told me as he reached around my head to take off the blindfold. I blinked a few times to adjust to the light and found Sherlock's face a couple of inches from my own.

"Hey." I laughed, holding his eye contact smiling.

"Hey." He repeated, chuckling to himself slightly, before moving back so that I could see where we were standing. Before me stood a picnic blanket and basket underneath a tree. My hands rose to my face.

"Oh my god Sherlock, it's beautiful. did you do this?" I asked him, turning back to see him smiling.

"Well I had a bit of help from John, he said that you loved picnics when you were younger." He admitted before grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit down.

"I'm surprised John helped, he was always really protective when we were younger." I laughed. We continued chatting and eating for a while when Sherlock's phone rang. He excused himself to take the call, while I packed up up the picnic which we had finished with. Sherlock came back over to me.

"Sorry, that was Lestrade, Scotland Yard needing my help as usual, look I'm sorry for cutting this short, I can walk you home if you like." He smiled at me.

"No, it's okay, I might head to the theatre see what they're doing, its not far, but hey, we should do this again, just the two of us." I looked up at him.

"Yeah that would be nice." He returned, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek. "I'll see you around, Chloe Watson." And with that, he walked towards the street, leaving me stunned and speechless in his wake.

*****

It was about half nine when I got home that day. I pulled my coat off and kicked off my shoes, before heading to my bedroom, grabbing a cookie on my way past. I put my phone on charge by my bed and went to the bathroom to get changed. When I came back through, my phone was alight with a text from Sherlock, "Sweet dreams, Chloe." I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.