It was a cold, rainy day in London as people went about their day, dressed warmly with umbrellas to protect them from the rain. It was normal, at least till two shapes ran by, nearly knocking some pedestrians over.

The running figures were none other than Sherlock Holmes; the world's only consulting detective, and John Watson; Sherlock's blogger, doctor, flatmate, best friend, and boyfriend.

Sherlock was smirking as John was trying to laugh but was panting as well. The detective was holding his coat over both their heads as they ran down the sidewalk. They soon came to Angelo's and went inside.

Sherlock chuckled as he hung his drenched coat on a hook as John fixed his shirt. "Dammit Sherlock, I knew we should have brought an umbrella." said John. "No you didn't, you said 'the weather would hold up, taking an umbrella would be good, but we wouldn't need it probably'." reminded Sherlock.

The blogger smacked his arm to grin. "Oh shut up and buy me lunch, you said you'd pay." said John. "I believe you are correct." said Sherlock. The two smiled at each other to walk over and sit at their reserved seats.

As they picked up the menus, the restaurant owner; Angelo, came over. "Sherlock, good to see you, you two working again?" asked Angelo. "No, I'm his date." said John, smirking.

Angelo laughed and the taller man just shook his head. Angelo already knew they were dating and was joking, heck, he even knew before them.

"So, what will it be today?" asked Angelo. "The Chicken Parmesan sounds good, I'll have that." said John. "Chicken Alfredo for me." said Sherlock. They handed over their menus and were left alone.

"This case, I still can't understand why the husband killed his wife, I thought he loved her." said John. "He did, he loved her so much that when he thought he was losing her, he decided to make it so that she would be his forever, and since she never really left, death has set it in stone really." said Sherlock. The doctor nodded to sip at his water.

"Still, murdering her, he could have talked to her at least." said John. "Ah, but then he would have had to be sane." said Sherlock, gazing out the window.

John agreed when his cell dinged. He checked to see it was just spam. He deleted the message but his eyes hit the date.

"Sherlock, it's the fifteenth." said John. "I know, what is it?" asked Sherlock. "Well, in a week, it'll be exactly one year since we first got together." said John.

The detective was silent as he thought it over. His boyfriend was right, it would mark a whole year. "Interesting, never had someone stick around this long, let along someone I'm dating." said Sherlock. "How would you know, you told me I was the only person you ever dated." said John. "I was talking about friendships mostly." said Sherlock.

John snorted to stand up. "I'm going to use the restroom, be right back." said John. Sherlock nodded and watched John walk away.

He looked back out the window, a whole year? They'd been flatmates for two years and dated a year after. "Time sure has flown." muttered Sherlock.

Angelo soon returned with their food, putting it on the table. "I overheard, your anniversary is coming up?" asked Angelo. "Yes, our first year apparently." said Sherlock. The owner nodded to look back, seeing John wasn't back yet.

"Listen Sherlock, you've never been in a relationship before, so let me tell you, the first year is always the most important date to celebrate." said Angelo. "Really?" asked Sherlock. He didn't show it, but this worried Sherlock slightly.

"Yes, most couple don't last a year, so to make it to the first year is a very big deal, so when the anniversary arrives, you need to do something special for him." said Angelo. Sherlock blinked to look away.

So they dated for a year, was it really that big of a deal? Then again, the detective wasn't really big on normal human society, but John was in that circle. 'Would John really want to celebrate?' thought Sherlock. John being John, yes he would, he was big on romance.

Angelo had already left when Sherlock snapped back to reality. As he grabbed his fork, John reappeared. "Did the food just arrive?" asked John. "Yes, it's still hot." said Sherlock.

His boyfriend smiled and the two started to eat. As they did, Sherlock kept peeking at John, thinking of what Angelo said. He decided to check to see how John thinks of the date. "John, can you believe it's nearly been a year?" asked Sherlock.

John looked up to swallow his food to smile. "It's a bit hard to believe, all my past relationships only lasted a few months, never a whole year, so I'm pretty happy about it." smiled John. The detective nodded to take another bite of food.

'So that's a big yes, John will want to celebrate.' thought Sherlock. It couldn't be that big of a deal, right? They soon finished eating and the rain was finally slowing down.

They left Angelo's and started back for Bakers St. "Sherlock, what should we do for our first year?" asked John. 'Shit.' thought Sherlock. "I don't know, this isn't really my area." said Sherlock.

"Well, we got to do something, it's our first year together as a couple, it needs to be special." said John. Sherlock panicked, what COULD he do, he had no idea. "We still have a week, let's give it some thought, no rush." said Sherlock.

John was silent but nodded, making the taller man sighed quietly in relief. He bought himself some time.

They soon arrived home and John heads upstairs. Sherlock hangs back and goes down the hall towards Mrs. Hudson's flat. "Oh evening Sherlock, what is it?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

"John and my anniversary is coming up, how important is it?" asked Sherlock. "Oh for a first year anniversary, very important, when me and my husband reached our first year, he surprised me with a beautiful necklace with my favorite gem stone on it, it was so very sweet." sighed Mrs. Hudson. She put down the hand towel to frown. "But after learning what a rotten man he was, I sold it to buy this diner and flats so it wasn't so bad." said Mrs. Hudson.

Sherlock frowned and walked away. Okay, so it is a very big deal, bigger than he thought. But he now has an idea, he needs to get a gift for John. 'But what, John doesn't wear necklaces.' thought Sherlock.

He entered the flat to see John was reading the paper to look at him. "Why were you downstairs for so long?" asked John. "Mrs. Hudson wanted a small chat." said Sherlock. John nodded and went back to the paper as Sherlock entered the kitchen.

Alone, he takes out his phone to text Molly.

John and my 1st year anniversary is coming up, what do I do? -SH

Do something special for him, get him a very special gift that shows how much you love him

I see, thanks for the idea. -SH

No problem, remember, if you need any help, I'm here

Understood -SH

Sherlock shut his phone and sat at the table, thinking. Okay, so he needs to find a gift that's special and shows John how much he loves him. He's still before putting his head down, nope, he was screwed.

What the hell could he get John to show how much he loves him before the week ends?! Sherlock raises his head just as John walks in to start the kettle up.

"You okay?" asked John. "Just bored, need a new case is all." said Sherlock. John shakes his head to stare at him. "You finished a case an hour ago." said John. "Doesn't mean I don't get bored easily." defended Sherlock.

He sighed as John sat with him, offering a small smile. "Well, we got books, crap telly, bedroom and of course shooting the wall, take your pick and please for the love of God, don't chose the wall." said John.

Sherlock laughed at that before leaning over, kissing John gently on the lips. "Bedroom for sure but later, maybe a book will help." said Sherlock. The blogger smiled at that to kiss his boyfriend back happily.

As they kissed, the kettle whistled, breaking them apart. "Want a cup?" asked John. "Always." said Sherlock. The shorter man got up and got the tea ready.

"Dammit, no milk but we do have plenty of severed fingers, and they're all dried out." said John in disgust. "Experiment, I dried them out to see if I can re-hydrate them for fingerprints with some new chemicals." said Sherlock. John stared but shrugged, shutting the fridge.

"I'm going to borrow some milk from Mrs. Hudson, after I'll take a quick trip to the shop for milk and a few other things." said John. The taller man nodded as he watched his boyfriend walk out.

He sighed, resting his chin in his hand. Now back to his problem, what could he get John for their anniversary?

NOTE: My first Sherlock fic so i hope you all like it. Their anniversary is coming up and Sherlock is clueless as to what to do for his John. How will he solve this problem, I'm pretty sure he can't shot it, karate chop it, or stab it away. Oh well, he'll figure something out. Stay tuned and plz review.