Before you guys read this, I do want to mention that I am not in anyway British, so I probably won't get all of the British sayings right. I'm sorry about this, but I will try my best.

Also, I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters.

P.S. For those of you who have already read this story and got a message saying that I changed this chapter, I just wanted to let you know that the only thing that I have changed is the last paragraph. This is because I got a critique saying that the previous last paragraph didn't really fit in and I agreed with this person and decided to change it. If you liked the previous last paragraph better than this one, please let me know and, if I get enough people asking for the original, I will change it back. If I don't get anyone asking to change it back, I will go through the other 5 chapters and fix their last paragraphs as well. Thank you for taking the time to read this note.

Ever since the whole of Scotland Yard can remember, they have never seen Sherlock eat. The offer had been given, on more than one occasion, that Sherlock should join someone or another for dinner after work. Sherlock, of course, always refused. He always mentioned how he didn't have time to eat because he was solving a case and that they should at least try to do the same. Usually he would add in some remark about how they weren't nearly as good at there job as he thought they should be, but then he would just leave without any proper words of gratitude to any of the prospective people that asked him. Soon, it became a common assumption that Sherlock did not eat nearly as much as he should have and that he could sometimes go weeks with only scraps of food here and there. It became one of Lestrade's own goals to get the man to eat more. Usually he was unsuccessful. That is, until Dr. John Watson came into the picture.

Sherlock's eating habits were scarce at best because he was often jumping from place to place without any thought of whether or not he should stop and regather his strength. When Dr. John Watson entered his flat, and then his whole life, he had not thought to even attempt to change his habits. Unfortunately, John, who was not used to this life style, soon began to show signs of hunger. He never said anything to Sherlock so Sherlock never felt the need to notice it, but the others at Scotlan Yard had noticed very quickly. it was on a day like any other, with Sherlock explaining another one of the crime scenes to Dective Inspector Lestrade, that the people of Scotland Yard, mainly Lestrade and Sally Donovan, tried to remedy this.

John was hanging back and waiting to leave whenever Sherlock was ready, he had learned to be ready to move at any moment because Sherlock hated waiting, when Sally approached him with a sandwich wrapped in paper. It was obviously from a deli nearby, so John accepted it gratefully. They were not in the crime scene, having left as soon as Sherlock had gotten all of the information that he needed, and were now standing just outside of the building that the crime had occurred in, so John felt that it was okay that he eat the offered food. He slipped the paper open to reveal a portion of the sandwich and took one small bite.

"Sherlock," John said. He was probably interrupting whatever Sherlock was saying, but by the look in Sherlock's eyes he could tell that the man was actually just repeating himself for the benefit of Anderson, who had walked over to try to critique Sherlock's flawless work once again.

"What?" Sherlock asked as he whirled around to face him with a look of frustration that was clearly not aimed at him.

"You need to eat more," John said as he held the sandwich out to Sherlock.

Normally Sherlock would have shouted a protest at the fact that he did not need to eat more and that he never ate during cases, but, this time, he took the offered food from John with a silent harrumph before turning back to Anderson to give one last snarky remark and biting into the sandwich that was meant to be John's.

Everyone at the crime scene had been shocked to see Sherlock actually eating something, especially Lestrade, but Sherlock didn't care because the only thing he noticed was the grateful look in John's eye when he had taken the sandwich without any complaint. Normally, as mentioned before, Sherlock never would have taken the food, but he had seen something in John that no one had seen before. He deduced what John apparently considered to be a weakness that he didn't want to divulge to all of Scotland Yard. It was understandable, since it probably became a huge hindrance to him while he was in Afghanistan. Dr. John Watson was a very picky eater.

Later, when the case was solved and they were back in the calm and relative solitude of their own flat, John explained to him that it wasn't just that he was a picky eater. He didn't deny that he was a very picky eater, as Sherlock had corrected him when he had missed the very the first time, but he did tell Sherlock that he also had a sensitive pallet. This meant that things such as pepper, carbonation, and mint actually felt like they were burning his mouth. He also explained to Sherlock that he had a very small lactose intolerance so he tried to avoid eating too many dairy products, "but," he said emphatically, "I still drink my tea with milk because I don't like soy milk." He didn't have to add in this extra piece because Sherlock would not touch his tea because Sherlock never mad the tea. Nor did he ever do the grocery shopping, so there was little chance that he would buy soy milk himself. But he felt he had to add this part in just in case.

Sherlock had nodded understandingly throughout the whole of the conversation before he received a text that spoke of yet another murder that they were needed to investigate.

From then on, the people of Scotland Yard kept trying to offer any sort of food to John who would usually take one bite before sighing and offering it to Sherlock. At first, John had to physically tell Sherlock that he needed to eat more for Sherlock to take the food from him, but soon Sherlock could tell just by the way the man chewed his food when he was going to give the food to Sherlock. Soon, the only thing that John had to do was take that first small bite before Sherlock would hold his hand out to take the food from him.

At first, the rest of Scotland yard were so shocked that Sherlock was actually eating that they said nothing about him taking John's food, but soon, not as fast as it took Sherlock to be able to determine everything about John's eating habits, Lestrade said something about it.

"It's good that you're eating Sherlock," Lestrade said as Sherlock bit down on the sandwich that John had just given him at yet another one of their crime scenes, "but don't you think you should get your own food, instead of stealing John's"

"John ate this morning," Sherlock replied before John could even attempt to find the words to describe what Sherlock was doing for him. "He's not hungry."

Lestrade sighed as he looked at John. John had lost some weight, but that could just be from the fact that he was always chasing after Sherlock, and he seemed somewhat tired, but again that could just be from chasing Sherlock, so he couldn't find any discernable clue to let him know whether or not John was hungry. "I'm going to eat at a restaurant close by," he said finally, "and you two are coming with me."

"I'm eating something right now," Sherlock protested, "and I have to tell you about this case."

"That's right," Lestrade nodded. "That's why you're coming with me. Because I'm hungry and I want to eat and you need to tell me about the crime scene."

"I don't have to," Sherlock protested. "I can just find the criminal on my own. This case has practically already been solved."

"Sherlock," Lestrade warned as he turned to walk away. Both John and Sherlock knew that tone of voice. If they didn't go with him now, Lestrade would do yet another one of his infamous drug busts. They were still cleaning up from the last one and they didn't need another one, so they followed him to a small Thai restaurant nearby.

John grimaced as they walked into the shop. He did not like Thai. At all. But he didn't say anything and the three of them were escorted to a booth with a nice view of the outside. They were given three menus, one of which John took and held in front of his face as he scanned over the menu for something that he might like while hiding his disgusted face from Lestrade who sat across from him. Sherlock sat on his right and scanned the menu as well, before finding the perfect meal and putting it back down on the table.

When the waiter came, Lestrade ordered his meal and then turned to the other two, expecting them to order for themselves, only to have Sherlock immediately order what John would want and than wave the girl off before he or John could say anything. "What about you?" Lestrade asked.

"I just ate," Sherlock reminded him. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to actually do my job instead of sitting here idly chitchatting."

It didn't take long for Sherlock to explain who the killer was and how he came up with this idea, the food hadn't even come yet by the time he finished with a satisfied smirk on his lips, but they were still forced to stay until John had a bite to eat.

"That's boring," Sherlock complained loudly as he slumped in his chair.

"I'll just take my food to go," John said apologetically.

"Oh no you don't," Lestrade said immediately. "I'm not letting you leave until you eat something."

John sighed and Sherlock pouted, but they waited for the food to come nonetheless. When John's meal was placed in front of him, he was shocked to find that, though there were a lot of things that he didn't like in the meal, everything that he didn't like was either easy to avoid or easy to pick out. Sherlock immediately sat up, without a word, and began picking the food out of John's meal. This was why Sherlock sat next to John anyway. It had become a habit that, even when it was just the two of them, Sherlock would sit beside John so that he could steal the food from his plate because John never wanted to be rude and ask the waiters to change the order just for him.

"I thought you said you just ate," Lestrade said with a raised eyebrow.

Sherlock just shrugged and continued to eat with his perpetually bored expression glued to his face while John and Lestrade talked about unimportant things.

"John," Sherlock said, suddenly interrupting John mid-word. John looked at him curiously, but Sherlock just grabbed the fork from John's hand and at the bite that was about to enter John's mouth. John raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He knew that Sherlock probably noticed something that he hadn't while he was being distracted by Lestrade's small talk.

When they were finally allowed to leave, John's plate was empty. Most of the food had gone into Sherlock's mouth, but Lestrade didn't notice. They were allowed to leave with Lestrade looking after them with a proud look on his face. He thought that he had finally been successful in getting the two of them to eat.

From that moment on, Sherlock actually ate more than John did and he actually had to take care of John's eating habits so that he didn't starve because the Yard was wrong about it's assumption that Sherlock never ate and John didn't eat as much because he was stuck with Sherlock. The truth is that John barely eats anything because he is very picky, and Sherlock is the one who has to make absolutely certain that whatever John does eat would agree with his very picky appetite. If that meant he ate more than he used to than so be it.

Thanks for reading guys. I wanted to mention, also, that the sensitive pallet that John has in my story (he does not have this in the actual Sherlock series) is actually possible. I pretty much explained all of my eating habits in John (I am just not as stubborn as John in asking people to change my order to my liking).

I have a lot of different stories that I feel have been neglected for a while so I've decided to just post them all. I hope you guys like this one.

If you have any sort of requests that you would like to see me do, please send me a pm or a comment and I will try my best to do them.

I do have the next chapter for this story, but I don't want to post a whole lot of things all at once, so I will post the next chapter in a week or when I get five votes.