Author's note: Hey guys! This is my first EVER fanfic so I literally have no idea what I'm doing. I will be pleased if even one person reads it! Please review and let me know what you think.


'Sherlock! Could you give us a hand please?' John shouted from the kitchen. No reply. He appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing an apron and oven gloves. 'Sherlock, could you help us cook Christmas dinner, please?'

'Busy,' replied Sherlock, not even looking up from his book.

'Do you like the book I bought you then? Crime novel. The reviews were great.'

'It's tedious,' said Sherlock.

'Well then, why on earth are you reading it?'

'I'm bored.'

'Come and help us cook Christmas dinner then,' suggested John.

'I said I'm bored. What will cooking do to help?'

'For god sake, Sherlock. We've got guests coming round soon and you're sitting there in your dressing gown!'

Sherlock looked down, remembering that he forgot to get dressed this morning. Six hours later he still wasn't dressed.

'Fine,' Sherlock got up and strode towards his bedroom. He looked back at John before closing the door. 'Please don't make me cook.'

-X-

Sherlock emerged ten minutes later wearing a suit and bow tie. He was rather miffed to discover that Molly and Lestrade had already arrived. They were chatting politely in the living room, glasses of champagne in their hands. Molly turned to see Sherlock standing in his bedroom doorway.

'Sherlock!' she cried. 'Merry Christmas!'

'Thank you, Molly. Same to you.'

Molly suddenly became quite fidgety, and nearly knocked Sherlock's violin off the couch.

'Sherlock,' said Lestrade. 'Solved many crimes recently? Or are you taking a break?'

Sherlock bit his tongue. At that moment, John came through from the kitchen wearing a hideous jumper and holding a glass of champagne.

'Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes,' he stated.

The doorbell rang. Sherlock knew exactly who it was by the way they rang the bell.

'I'll get it' said John, and he rushed off to answer the door. The sound of his feet making their way down the seventeen steps was followed by the door being opened.

'Irene!' John muffled voice said. 'Merry Christmas!'

He led her upstairs and into the flat. She met Sherlock's eyes first.

'Hello, stranger,' she said huskily. 'It's been a while.' She walked up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. 'Too long.'

'Yes, it has been rather a while, hasn't it? What was it…six months since I saved your life? Yes, something like that,' Sherlock said.

'Irene,' said John. 'Have you met Molly?'

'Oh, I don't believe I have,' she gave Molly a kiss on both cheeks.

'And Lestrade,' said John.

'Oh, hello handsome,' she also kissed him on both cheeks.

Lestrade gave a tiny blush. Not so small that Sherlock didn't notice. He gave Lestrade a meaningful look. Lestrade looked away, embarrassed.

'Kids!' Mrs Hudson called from the kitchen. 'Dinner's ready!'