Sherlock was thinking about him again! This was becoming a problem, every thought lead to him how much he would smile when Sherlock would deduce something at a crime scene with a soft whisper, usually 'brilliant' or 'fantastic'. It was becoming his new fix, solving crimes faster and faster to hear those words and to see that smile, the smile that was always mixed with a hint of pride. John Watson. The man who was important enough to have an entire folder, the only person not considered a threat or an enemy to have a folder, and as it turns out this folder was quite a bit larger than the others, even larger than Moriarty's.
'Sherlock's thinking again, I wonder what could be so complex that he would take this long.' John thought to himself. John had always been fascinated with the inner workings of Sherlock's mind from the first deduction that John had seen Sherlock perform, even if that deduction was about him he added, smiling at that. "Would you like some tea?" He asked out load to Sherlock getting up from his armchair and heading towards the kitchen, breaking the young man's deep thought. "Hmmm" was the detective replied, "I'll take that as a yes shall I?" Shaking his head and preparing two cups. Oblivious to the mental debate that Sherlock was having with himself John chuckles at the detective's odd (but completely normal) behaviour.
That was another thing about John Watson that Sherlock had noticed, he was always looking after him as if he wasn't capable of that himself, and he scoffed out load at that. As offended as he should have been it didn't bother him nearly quite as much as it should have, Sherlock liked that John looked after him, it made him feel like he was looked after and wanted for the first time in his life. As sad as that sounded, it was true and as Sherlock thought about all the reasons that makes him want to be John Watson's friend he realised something…
