John's P.O.V.

"Hey Sherlock-"I begin as an arrow speeds past my head and into the wall behind me.

I turned my head to stare at my flatmate who was lying half on the sofa with a large bow concealed in his hands.

"Bored." He said loudly firing another loaded arrow at the opposite wall.

I sighed, turning from Sherlock to enter the kitchen, carrying the food shopping with me. The kitchen looked busy as usual, stacks of paper piled up on the dinner table along with the books Sherlock had decided to start reading.

I found a big enough space on the edge of the table, so I filled the gap with the food shopping I had just brought. I then turned around to open the fridge to come face to face with a jar filled with thumbs.

Sherlock seriously needs to stop doing this.

"Sherlock!" I say loudly enough for him to hear me, "Why is there a Jar of thumbs in the fridge?" I take out the Jar and examine it, while waiting for an answer.

"Just ignore it" He grumbled back in reply.

I shrugged, placing the Jar onto the table with the foods on. Quickly, I start to pile the foods into the fridge. I had to hurry with this tonight. I had another date.

"Judging from by the way you're dressed, you're going on a date tonight" said Sherlock from the other room.

I sighed with a slight laugh. I place the jar of Pickles I was holding onto the middle shelf inside the fridge and walk into the main room.

"Why Sherlock?" I ask in frustration, crossing my arms.

"Who is it this time?" he asks with a slight smile, "Another doctor? Or maybe a teacher?"

"She's from work actually"

"Does she have a big nose like the last one?"

I roll my eyes, entering the kitchen again, grabbing my wallet. I checked inside to find a 20 pound note along with a lot of change. I close the wallet up again, sliding it into my back pocket.

"I'm not going to be back until 11"

Sherlock replies with nothing. Instead of half lying on the sofa, he is now standing by the window, looking out into the busy streets of London.

I manage a small smile, before opening the door to leave. I quietly close the door, and then make my way down the stairs.

On the way down I bump into Mrs Hudson. She greets me with a warming smile, in her hands a tray with what looks like dinner on.

"Hello John, Where are you off to so soon?" She asks her expression warm.

"I'm going on a date" I say as I offer her a smile.

"Ooh! That must be lovely for you dear! Now, Is Sherlock in?"

I turn to look back up the stairs, shadows covering most of them.

"Urm, Yeah, He is"

"Oh good! Because this is for him!" She gestures to her tray full of food. "Must be off now! Don't want you to be late for your date!"

She giggles to herself as she continues walking up the stairs to the apartment. I watch her walk until her shadow disappears.

I then continue down the stairs until I reach the bottom floor. I open the front door, to meet with fresh air. Grinning to myself, I step outside the door, making sure to shut it behind me.

Nothing was going to ruin my night.

Walking down the streets of London, a taxi pulls up next to me. Then again, I may need a ride to the Restaurant. I jog to meet with the taxi, pulling the door open and jumping inside.

The cab then starts to move, making the car move up and down along with it.

Just to be on the safe side, I check the time. I have plenty of time to arrive, at least 20 minutes.

All of a sudden, a female voice interrupts me.

"Hello John" the voice says.

My eyes dart to the passenger seat. A familiar woman with silky brown hair and pale glistening skin sits in the front, messaging on her phone.

Its Mycroft's client.

"You again" I mumble angrily, now staring outside the window.

"Mycroft wants to speak with you" She replies, not looking up from her phone.

"I'm busy tonight; I'm going on a date. I am not 'visiting' Mycroft tonight!"

"Well we're already on the way there, so there's no point in arguing" she says, "Anyway, this is important."

Well this is complete bullshit. I suppose I have to tell my date.

I flick through my contacts until I find her name: Sophie. I tap out a simple excuse also saying I may be a little late. Once sent, I switch off my phone and begin to tap my foot impatiently.

My night just got ruined.