"Yes we danced. Even though you were drunk. I have to admit. You were a pretty good dancer." John pointed out, flashing a warm smile.

"Thank you." Sherlock replied tenderly. He then pushed himself upright, frowning briefly. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home." He said rather stiffly. John nodded, following Sherlock's figure until he disappeared into the bathroom. John licked his bottom lip, looking away. He stood upright, walking back into the kitchen with the cup in his hand. He decided to make another cup tea. Because... why not?

When he finished he settled himself down, sipping his tea and gazed around the flat. He was pleased to find a newspaper lying on a table. He got up, and settled himself down at the table. He felt content being here. He always sat alone in his apartment, in the same old living room. He felt lonely and dating those woman eased the loneliness. But now being around Sherlock, made his life more worthfully. Sadly, this was probably going to be an onetime thing. John sighed. After today, He won't see Sherlock anymore. Maybe in the restaurant? But like Sherlock said. He was close in solving the case. Then what? John was afraid to lose contact with him. John grunted, reading the newspaper while his heart rate was steadily rising, at the thoughts of going back to his sad life.

Five minutes later, Sherlock returned in a dark navy button-up shirt and tailored black slacks. He ruffled his hair as he strolled inside the living room. John looked over his shoulder, smiling softly as he made eye contact with Sherlock. He didn't know what to say, so he continued reading the newspaper while Sherlock was cleaning up some mess he made two days ago. Suddenly there was a knock onto the door, both their heads snapped to the door. Sherlock growled, already knowing who it was.

"Good morning Sherlock." Mrs Hudson said fondly, opening the door with a bag groceries in her hand. She stopped in her tracks as she spotted John sitting at Sherlock's table. A huge smile formed on her face. Sherlock sighed, walking to the fridge. John blushed at the way she was looking at him. She was making a face like she just got something that she wanted for ages. The corner of john's lips turned upwards into a shy smile.

"Hi." John said awkwardly. He could hear Sherlock snorting in the background.

"Good morning!" She said cheerfully before turning her head, glancing at Sherlock. "I didn't know you were-"

"No Mrs Hudson. I'm busy go away." He snapped, giving her a murder stare.

"There is no need to be rude young man." She said motherly, placing the plastic bag on the table. She walked across to the kitchen, then turned back and frowned at Sherlock. "Oh, Sherlock. The mess you've made." She said and immediately began tidying up, causing Sherlock to sigh in annoyance.

"Are you Sherlock's friend?" She asked wonderingly with a huge smile, while placing the dishes in the sink. John didn't quite know how to reply on that. Were they even friends?

"Yes. John Watson." Sherlock interrupted, getting the stuff out of the groceries bag. Mrs rolled with her eyes, glancing at John.

"Well, I'm glad Sherlock finally found someone." She said warmly as she was staring at John. She then turned away, continuing doing the dishes. Both Sherlock and John were blushing furiously. Sherlock cleared his throat, pacing to Mrs Hudson, placing his hands onto her shoulder.

"Mrs Hudson. I'd like some cookies." He said, pushing her outside. She frowned, letting him push her.

"Why?"

"I really need some."

"Okay dear. But only this time. I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper." She pointed out.

"Yes, yes." Sherlock grunted, closing the door swiftly. Sherlock leaned against the door for a while. John laughed softly.

"She's nice." John chuckled. Sherlock hummed unconvinced, but deep inside he knew how much he appreciated her. The doctor smiled and returned his attention on the newspaper lying in front of him. He could hear Sherlock opening drawers but he did not pay attention to whatever Sherlock was doing there. Suddenly, Sherlock sighed out a noisy breath. John frowned, looking at his right side to see what Sherlock was doing. John's eyes widened as he noticed that he had three round nicotine patches stuck to his arm and it was these which he was pressing against his skin to release the substances more quickly.

"What are you doing?" John asked confused.

"Nicotine patch. Helps me think." Sherlock replied calmly, walking over to the sofa and plunked down. He laid himself down, stretched out on the sofa with his head resting on a cushion, shirt sleeves unbuttoned and he closed his eyes as he is pressed the palm of his right hand firmly onto the underside of his left arm just below the elbow.

"It's bad for breathing." John pointed out, frowning.

"Oh, breathing. Breathing's boring." Sherlock said dismissively. John pursed his lips together.

"You need to think about the case then?" John asked curious.

"Partly." Sherlock replied, pressing his hands together in a prayer position under his chin. "I need to go to my mind palace. I'll be back in an hour." Sherlock assured.

"Mind palace?"

"That's where I storage all my information." Sherlock replied mildly. John frowned before he snorted.

"Fascinating." He blurted out, grinning broadly. There was a brief smile on Sherlock's lips before he entered his mind palace.

John had a perfect view from Sherlock. He tried to concentrate on the newspaper. But he couldn't. He glanced over his paper, and ended up staring at Sherlock for minutes, the flat was warm and relatively quiet. John felt something hot raise from the pit of his stomach as he stared at Mr Holmes. John smiled softly before it switched to a sad smile. The way John felt when he's around or when he was talking to Sherlock. It was something he never wanted to lose. Sherlock's smile, his laugh, his eyes, his everything. John didn't want to lose him. John always desired a friendship like this, but if he was honest with himself. His heart didn't want Sherlock as a friend. John's heart belonged to Sherlock. John first thought it was him getting sick, but now he realized that he had feelings for that idiot.

John first hated Sherlock but it slowly changed to curiosity and then friendship. But since last night, he needed this man. John never felt the way he was feeling now. And it hurts him thinking, that he finally found someone that he loves and that the feelings aren't mutual. Who would love John Watson? He wanted to tell him how much he needed him, that he didn't want to lose him, that he wanted to be with Sherlock. But that's not going to happen. Sherlock would never love him back. John felt his heart aching at the thoughts of not seeing Sherlock after the case is solved. He sighed sadly, standing up and sauntered to the kitchen. He filled up the kettle and flicked it on, grabbing a tea bag and put it inside the cup. He then leaned onto the counter with his elbows while waiting on the water to be boiled. John poured the boiling water over the teabag and stirred it. He sat himself back down at the table, sipping the tea here and then.

Suddenly Sherlock's eyes fluttered open, and John couldn't help but stare again.