So this takes place after the season, but I kinda just assume that everyone is okay. So its like a few months later or something. This is my first kind of serious piece. I hope you all like it.

I ran my hand through Sherlocks loss curls. He was still sleeping. I climbed out of the bed trying my best to keep it that way. Why must he always be such an idiot.

"Thank you." I heard him mutter under his breath grabbing my arm. "I could have died."

"I know I spat back. You could have." I shock his arm off walking out of the room. You could have died and left me here without you. I slammed the door leaning against the wall, slowly letting myself slid down, tears pouring from my eyes. How could he care that little for himself when I cared so much for him.

I think that I might need to step back and start this a bit earlier actually. So let me star again. Here we go, let me think. I could... or... no... Thats it...

I woke up. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes. The sun was already up. Did my alarm not go off? Cell phone. I thought reaching to my night stand. No phone. Did I really forget my phone? I couldn't have, I would have noticed when I went to set my alarm. There was only one thing that could have happened. I hoped up meandering down stairs.

"Sherlock!" I called. "Sherlock have you seen my phone?"

"Yeah!" He said.

"Well where is it?" I asked joining him in the living room.

"Here you go." He handed me several pieces of what clearly used to be my phone.

"What the hell. You know I think that when I went to bed it was all in one piece."

"Yes it was." He agreed.

"And you know what? I think it was in my room."

"Yes that it also true." He nodded looking down at something that was lying in on the table.

"You went into my room!" … No response. "What ever." I said sitting down next to him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing an experiment."

"And my phone was that part of your experiment?"

"Yes of course."

"And whats that your working on?"

"My phone." He said.

"So you threw both of our phones out the window?"

"No." He said looking at me like I was crazy. "I put mine in the microwave." he said shaking his head.

"Of course. So why did you destroy our phones."

"Well..."

"You know what actually I'm already running late for work." I said. "I'll see you latter."

"Your leaving?"

"Yes remember work. Its a thing that normal people do." I said heading back up stairs and changing into day clothing. I was going to just slip out. I didn't feel like talking. I was running late and he had stole something of mine and broken it.

"John." Sherlock called right as I passed the door.

"What?" I called. "I don't suppose that your going to apologize."

"For what?" I think the thing that always surprises me is how genuinely he seemed to not know what I was talking about.

"Never mind."

"Right John are you going out?"

"I told you already I have to get to work."

"Well if your out could you grab me a few more phones."

"Really?" I said looking in at him.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"I don't know if I'll have time."

"Make times."

"You know I think that you can go get it." I said starting down the stairs. "I'll see you latter." He didn't respond. There was no way that I was going to get anything for him. I caught a cab to work. I was late. I think I was already late when I left the house. Sarah had been covering for me.

"I'm so sorry." I said running over to her. "Thank you so much."

"Thats no problem." She said shrugging.

"I can take over." I said taking my chart from her.

"Great I should probably get down to the front anyways."

"Yeah I'll see you at lunch I guess." She nodded.

"See you then." The rest of the mornings was really one of the easier ones that I have had. Turns out there are some perks to being un-contactable. I saw several patience, nothing very exciting. At lunch time I wandered down to meet Sarah.

"So do you want get some lunch then?" I asked knowing that we had already made planes to.

"Yeah let me grab my coat." She said walking over to the coat wrack and taking a tan wool blazer.

"Any ideas where to go?" I asked taking her hand as we left.

"I don't know anything seems fine with me."

"I haven't really explored the area, what's around here."

"Hum, there's a good pizza place near."

"Great that sounds lovely." It was only a few blocks so we decided to walk.

"You wouldn't happen to be named John Watson would you?" The server said as soon as we walked in.

"Thats me."

"You have a phone call waiting for you." He said looking confused.

"I'll go get us a table." Sarah said.

"Just follow me." The waiter said leading me over to a phone near the kitchen.

"Hello." I said knowing full well who was on the other line.

"Where are those phones I asked you for?"

"I'm hanging up."

"Don't do you know how long I've been waiting. Could you have taken any longer to get here."

"How would you even know what time I left?"

"Don't ask stupid questions. I called your work and they said you left. Then I simply figured out how many restaurants were in walking distance, took in account if they were open for lunch and finally your food preferences."

"You know my food preferences?"

"Stupid question. You eat constantly I'm bound to notice."

"Since when is three times a day constantly?"

"Always, there is just no way that we could need that much."

"You are aware how stupid you sound right now. As a trained doctor I can honestly tell you that yes you should eat three times a day. Not that I ever manage that many."

"Your a surgeon not a nutritionist."

"And your neither."

"Whats your point?"

"My point? My point is that I'm at lunch with my girl friend and wasting time fighting with you, even though I couldn't care less what you think about my eating habits."

"I think you do care. If you didn't why would you engage in the first place. Therefore..."

"I'm actually hanging up now."

"Don't forget the..." I slammed the phone down taking two deep breaths. I'm made at Sherlock not Sarah. There is no reason that she should have to deal with this. I got myself as calm as I could before I sat down at our table.

"They make good calzones." She said handing me a menu. I took it only glancing down.

"What will you be having?" Another server asked.

"That one." Sarah said pointing.

"And you?"

"Just a slice of cheese."

"Those will be right out." The employ walked away.

"Its been great weather."

"Yeah..."

"I went down to the park the other day..." I nodded. I think she kept talking all through the meal, but even as I was listening I couldn't have told you what it was she was saying. My mind had left the conversation. I didn't want to go back to work. I would rather just go and pick up the phones. I was in need of a knew one anyways so I would be there already so I could grab the ones that Sherlock needed, and most likely they would lead to something far more exciting. No can't think about that. But I did think about that. I thought about it on the way back and all the way 'till the end of my shift. I wanted to have the same relief that I had all morning, I got threw a whole day of work. That should be great. On my way out Sarah stopped me to talk about how great it was to go out, and asked if I wanted to get dinner tomorrow. I agreed, hoping by then I would be in enough of a good mood to enjoy spending time together. I walked out side the sky had already gotten dark, stupid winter.

"How do you really stay in the building so long?" I turned around to see Sherlock waiting at a bench by the door.

"You really came all the way over here to get me."

"No I just happened to be in the neighborhood." He said smiling. I laughed.

"I'm sure and where was it that you were going around here?"

"To find the location of a murderer. Want to come?"

"What happened with the phones?"

"I realized that they were just a red haring."

"At least I know that you broke them for a good reason."

"Not every experiment can be useful. Though believe me that bugged me. I hate wasting time. So are you coming or not?"

"Of course I'm coming."

"Great. This way." He grabbed my hand pulling me down a random side street. That street led to another then another. I had to run to keep up. Clearly he knew exactly where we were, a trait that I had come to expect.

"How much further?" I called trying to keep pace next to him.

"Just around..." We turned a corner causing him to stop in his tracks in front of an old ware house building. "We're here."

"So just to clear this up. There is a murderer in this building and we are going to stop them, but we decided not to bring the police. Did you even think to bring my gun." Sherlock laughed.

"Theres not a murderer in there." He rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

"There is no way that could have been obvious to me."

"Well..."

"Don't start." I said.

"Fine, but I was going to say something really clever."

"I'm sure you were." I followed him into the building. The place was entirely empty. I watched as Sherlock ran around clearly looking for something. I would have helped if I any idea what it was that we were looking for. I pulled a crate over and took a seat. I could hear him muttering something, numbers I think.

"Got it." He said running back over.

"Got what?" He held up a board with carvings in it. I raised my eyebrow. "Its..." I placed his hand on my shoulder for balance.

"Are you alright?" I asked offering my hands out for more stability.

"I'm fine." He said shaking his head.

"So whats our next move?" I asked.

"To the police station." He said.

"Why whats there."

"Nothing, but when I give them this then the map to find the killer will be there."

"So thats the map?" I said pointing at the plank. He nodded. "Why didn't you just say that?"

"Because the way I said it was more fun." He said twirling around on his heals. "Must press on." And taking off at a run again.

"Wait up." I called chasing after him. It surprised me that it only took a few minutes before I knew where we were. We reached a main street and from there it was just a straight shoot to the station. I watched as Sherlock began to slow down with ever block, until finally he was keeled over with his hands on his knees. "Should I hail a cab?" He shock his head continuing to walk slowly.

"We are only a block away." He panted.

"Sherlock." I grabbed him.

"Let..." I can only assume that he was going to tell me to let go, but he didn't get a chance to finish before falling.