It had been a long week, a very long week. The case had tested them to their limits of friendship and trust but after all the mystery and horror was over, they were closer than ever. It was midnight, Sherlock was checking on Clyde and making some 'adjustments' to his terrarium, which means he is completely ruining it and Clyde will have to sleep in the draw again. Joan decided to get to work on some of Sherlock's cold cases from his old trunk he gave her, which was incredibly sweet of him to do so. She had gotten a good distance in one of them when she started to feel tired.

When she had solved it her eye lids were heavy and her whole body was screaming for some sleep. she placed the file in front of her and said "done" as of somebody was listening, little did she know Sherlock was just around the corner. She turned her head and looked right at the trunk next to her, she sighed loudly and dropped her head onto the pillow she had on the other side of her body. Joan had her blanket wrapped around her so she was nice and warm, and with the fire nearby so she was perfectly fine where she was. She was about to fall asleep when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned her head but it was only Sherlock so she turned back and closed her eyes again.

Sherlock tapped her shoulder lightly and whispered to her.

"Watson..Watson, you should go to bed"

"I'm fine here" she whispered back

"oh come now Watson, your bed must be much more comfortable than the floor"

"how do you know?"

"hey, I'm the only one here who gets to sleep on the floor"

"no, you're not"

"you're acting like a five year old"

"no you are"

"no I'm not!"

"yes you are"

"ok, Watson. we both are. are you going to go to bed or do I have to take you there?" he said jokingly

"you'll have to drag me" she whispered as she buried her head deeper into the pillow.

Sherlock thought about it for a moment but then he put his arms under her legs and upper body and picked her up off the floor. She immediately turned into his body warmth and snuggled in as deep as she could, she could smell his sent and it made her feel more at home than ever before. He smiled as she accepted him picking her up and he carried her up to her room.

As he approached the bed she suddenly jerked a bit. She was already asleep and her dream must have been about something bad as after she jerked her eyes opened. Sherlock was not prepared for her to suddenly move so he had tripped over, they both landed on the bed on top of each other. She turned her head towards him but his head was still heading down, there lips touched.

Needless to say Joan was wide awake after that.

Review please. sorry but I had this in my head and couldn't get rid of it, feel free to criticise every single word. :)