John always used to wonder if Sherlock would ever let anyone else into his life apart from himself. He was even frosty around Mary and Mary had been married to John for almost a year now.

Then one day Johns question was finally answered. It was 9.30 one Saturday and John was sat in the living room at 221B, Mary had gone to Yoga with her friend and so John decided to pop in on his friend who he hadn't seen or heard from in almost 2 weeks, he sat in his chair with a cup of tea and the newspaper waiting for his friend to wake.

The house was silent when he heard a bang coming from Sherlock's bedroom followed by a very quiet and very feminine 'oww' accompanied with a very girly giggle. John smiled and folded the paper as he looked through the living room doorway and through to Sherlock's bedroom door. He laughed to himself and carried on reading the paper.

The girl in Sherlock's bedroom was running round naked in the dark trying to find her clothes and dress herself but her head was still banging after last night, she couldn't remember what she drank but she did remember asking Sherlock to never mix her drinks again, she laughed at the remembering of an amazing night and then fell over whilst trying to put her leggings back on she lay on the floor giggling and Sherlock woke up.

"Shh!" he whispered

"I can't" she said back, "I can't get dressed!"

"Well come here, get back into bed, and forget getting dressed all together"

She laughed again

She carried on putting her leggings on then tried to find her jumper

"Oh blow you took my jumper off in the living room"

"I didn't, you did!" Sherlock replied

"Whatever" she opened the door and saw John sat reading the paper, she shut the door quietly

"Oh my dears, there is a man sat in your living room Sherlock!"

Sherlock turned over, he briefly looked bewildered but then realised,

"Well if it was my brother I would have realised by now, I can always sense his presence, so it must be John, he's fine, go grab your jumper he won't bite you"

Sherlock I'm just in my bra I am not showing that to a strange man I've never met!"

"Ha haa that wasn't you philosophy last night" Sherlock tittered and she threw a pillow at him

"Go and get it for me!"

"Oh alright alright!" he pulled on a pair of boxers and walked out into the living room

"Morning John, I'll be back in a sec, just let me get dressed" he grabbed the burgundy jumper from the floor behind johns chair.

"Oh err ok, umm is that a new jumper Sherlock?"

"Oh err yes, I got it yesterday"

He walked back into the bedroom, shutting the living room door and threw the jumper at the girl

"Thanks" she whispered

She pulled the jumper on and ruffed up her hair, she found her boots in the corner of the room and slipped them on.

Sherlock was now dressed and waiting by the door,

"Right foot first ok?" he said and she nodded in reply

He walked out and they stepped in time together across the hall down the stairs and to the front door, where she then turned him round and kissed him, she tucked a business card in to his shirt pocket

"Remember what I said, anytime you're bored or frustrated, give me a ring and take me out" she smiled at him.

He opened the door for her and she walked out, into the blinding sunlight.

He jumped back up the stairs holding the post so it would look like he had a reason to go downstairs and he walked in to the living room.

"Who was she?" John asked from behind his paper

"Who was who?"

"The young lady that you spent the night with…"

"What are you talking about John?"

"The young lady who spent the night in your bed, left her jumper behind my chair and who fell over, then spent nearly 10 minutes laughing"

"I really do have no idea who you are talking about"

"Then there are some very large female mice living in your bedroom"

"John, you make up some very ridiculous things, large mice, me entertaining young lady's, where do you get these ideas from"

"Well to be perfectly fair Sherlock I'm only observing"

"Oh John, you obviously are not observing properly"

"Oh yes well I suppose so"

Sherlock picked up a newspaper from the table

"So who was at the door then?"

"John! What is the matter with you asking all about my private life!"

"Ahh so you admit that you do have a private life then!"

"Listen to me John, you are my only friend, the only man I can trust, and I AM STILL NOT TELLING YOU!"

"But you admit that there was a woman in this flat all night!"

"YES"

"What?"

"Yes ok fine there was!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Who was she?"

"Lady I met yesterday"

"You don't meet anyone"

"Well yesterday I did"

"When?"

"John!"

"Ok ok just one question, you don't like people, so how would you meet a woman and invite her back to the flat, in one night?"

"Well, I was to meet Mycroft at Parliament for 8pm yesterday, and as I stepped out onto the street I saw a young lady failing to hail a cab, three cabbies had already ignored her, so when I called one over I offered it to her, she turned the offer down and after asking where she was headed, I offered to share the cab with her, I dropped at Charing Cross, where she was meeting friends for a night out. I was with Mycroft for nearly half an hour, and on my return journey, I was not expecting to see her on the roadside where I dropped her off before, I got out and asked her if she was ok, and she told me that her friends had cancelled, so I took her to a bar round the corner to cheer her up, when that bar closed we went to another on her recommendation and we got along well, then when they closed up she was plastered, so I brought her back to Baker Street I had no idea which house was hers, so I brought her back here, she started stripping so I showed her to my bedroom, she carried on as went to get her a glass of water, when I came back she had passed out on the bed, so I tucked her in and fell onto the bed being tired and slightly drunk myself, and that is that, that was all that happened, there is no need to ask anymore questions ok?"

"Oh right so you didn't sleep with her then?"

"I think you will find that is another question John"

"Well, come on you can tell me"

"No I can't"

"Why?"

"Because I don't actually know if I did!"

"You don't know?"

"No I can't remember!"

"How can you not remember?"

"We were both drunk!"

"Oh, but you really can't remember?"

"Oh for goodness sake John can you stop with the interrogation!"

So the end of that story was just rubbish then"
"Yes"
Sherlock turned to me and we both laughed
"I've never seen you like this before Sherlock, it's strange, its good but it's strange"
Sherlock sat down opposite me
"I think it's Janey, I waited so long for her and when I got her she left, and I just flat out refused since then, she screwed me up and confused me, and I hated it, which is why I just forgot about and ignored women, but when she came back and explained I seem to be able to do both and it not interfere, I just wish sometimes it was her I wake up next to"
"So this is just medication for heartbreak then?"
"Yeah, don't worry it won't last I'll be back to my cranky old self in no time at all"
"Well to be honest its better than anything I could prescribe"
"Yeah it is"
We smiled at each other
It was such a breath of fresh air to hear Sherlock talking about normal things, emotional things, I look up to the picture of Janey on the mantelpiece and silently thank her, I never knew her before she walked back into Sherlock's life 6 months ago, but she must have done something.