Rain fell in torrents from the sky, pounding the flooded streets as thunder crashed and lighting lit the sky. I sighed, looking at the dreary weather, as I made tea for myself and my colleague, Sherlock Holmes. We barely made it home from our latest case before the storm broke.

"Your tea, Sherlock," I said as I handed him his cup. "Made it just the way you like it." He put down his violin which he had been plucking absently and removed the cup from my grasp.

"Thank you, John," he said as he took a sip. "It's quite a storm, isn't it? I wonder if it'll provide any cases for us. I'm bored."

"Sherlock!" I said, exasperated, "We just finished a case. How could you be bored? Maybe if you had more friends to hang out with..."

"I don't need friends, John."

"No, of course not. How silly of me!" I said, spitefully. I rose angrily from my chair and took my cup to the sink. I stared out onto Baker street, cloaked in rain, my back to Sherlock. I heard him rise from his chair and walk towards me.

"I don't need friends, John, because I have you," he explained as he put his hand on my shoulder and spun me around to face him. "You're all I need, John, because..."

"Because what?"

"Because..."

"Because what, Sherlock!? Just spit it out!"

"Because I love you. He pulled me into a soft, gentle kiss that left me breathless. I looked at him and smiled, all traces of anger erased from my face and body language.

"I love you, too, Sherlock."