(Day 1: Holding Hands)
It was a dark, stormy, and freezing night. Sherlock tightened his scarf and I pulled my coat tighter around me and shivered. We were walking home from a big night of criminal-catching, and I wanted to be back home, curled up in bed with a cup of tea. Hopefully I'd be able to do that for once. Sherlock looked down at me, and I smiled slightly at him. "Sherlock, I think I'm coming down with a cold, let's take a break from cases for a while..."
"Crime stops for no man or woman, no sickness either. But...I suppose I will let you sleep in, if nothing happens over night."
"Thank you." Suddenly a warmth came over me, and I looked down to see Sherlock's hand enveloping mine and making me feel tingly inside. It was a pleasant feeling. A soft blush made my cheeks warm as well, and we walked the rest of the way in silence.