AN: Hello, this is my first fanfiction after many years and it would be fair to warn you that I haven't finished the last one however much I had intended to. I should say that right now I fully intend to finish this one.

Anyway, this one is with Sherlock falling for a GIRL - not John, and the girl is my own creation (so no Irene) - here should come the disclaimer: Sherlock and John belongs to ever so brilliant sir A.C. Doyle and their modern versions to no less brilliant Mr. Gattis and Mr. Moffat. Also the plot can be partly inspired by said gentlemen's work.

I intend this story to be also a mystery with everything that comes with it however I'm afraid I'm perhaps not brilliant enough so I ask for your patience and forgivness in advance.

I must also apologise for any gramatical or spelling mistakes - please feel free to point them out - I usually go through my writing several times but as the english is not my native language it is possible that there will be some. If there are too many I will find a beta.

Finally, I've read many many fanfiction and one of the things that usually disturbes me most is when Sherlock (or any other main character for that matter) is OOC. So, I promise I will try very hard to keep him in character but if he does something that doesn't quite fit I beg you to tell me and will do my best to correct it. Enjoy reading!

AN2: After much consideration, I decided to locate the case in Bohemia – not that I would want to promote my country this way, or that I wish so much for Sherlock to come here but because I feel I can be more faithful and accurate as I know my country better. The formal location was the Lakes but I've been there only once and I feel that I would have to make up many things and all in all, it is better this way, believe me.

"Remind me again, Sherlock, why do I even bother?" I muttered as I turned the steering wheel of the little Fiat we were currently sitting in to the right and used again its claxon – just in case there was another car in the opposite direction. The roads here were narrow and old trees that had been planted decades ago to create a shadow over them and possibly enable to discern them in winter, now grew right next to the verges and the roots were slowly but surely mining their way beneath the tarmac.

I didn't expect any answer because Sherlock's mind was clearly elsewhere judging by the fact that he hadn't even bother to remind me that the people here didn't usually use the claxon for that purpose and that I was more likely to alarm them then anything alse, and so I continued hoping that if I am persistent enough some of my words will actually penetrate through.

"You know, you haven't even told me what this is all about…" Nothing. Nice try, John, I told myself, one of many and as inefficient as its preceding brothers. Why do I bother, I repeated the question this time only in my head.

"I'm sure you would do fine without me. Just this once, you know…" I let the end of the sentence flow in the air expectantly and it must have somehow sneaked into Sherlock's ear, because he finally emerged from his thinking-and-not-bothering-to-listen-even-to-his-best-friend-(only-friend-for-that-matter)-state.

"No, I wouldn't," he stretched the words lazily. " I need a driver here, in this… wilderness," he added after a slight pause and looked at the beautiful scenery around in dismay.

I stepped on the break rather more forcefully than was needed and rode through the curve rather more closely to the local vegetation than was healthy for the car's paint but didn't bother as all the scratching happened on the Sherlock's side.

"You know I could have been with Sarah right now," I pointed out as calmly as I was able to.

"Relax, John. Sarah's just fine. She can take care of herself and anyone else she happens upon," said Sherlock with suddenly a happy smile on his face; however, the reminder of her current predicament didn't make me happy.

"That's not the point. I'm her husband and I should be by her side in case something goes wrong." I stated firmly and made a point of looking straight ahead.

"Oh, come on, she has another three months ahead. What could possibly go wrong?" After hearing his last remark I turned to him sharply fully intending to scorn him but thought better of it. I knew him too well.

"However, something has gone wrong here, John," he mused and the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he again looked out the window at the landscape passing by, "and I'm intending to set it right, because it is my work to do so and I'm its husband."

"Whose husband?" I asked momentally confused.

"My work's, John!" Sherlock replied impatiently.

"Oh,"

And in a small car Sherlock drew his long legs beneath him, joined the tips of his fingers as he was used to doing in his armchair and his attention drifted off.

I gave up; however, there was one more point I was determined to press further. "This is no wilderness, Sherlock, this is countryside." Sherlock rolled his eyes. So, he paid attention.

"Rocks and mountains…?"

"Yes, what are people compared to that?" I quoted but Sherlock continued as if he hadn't heard me.

"…bushes, trees…and cows?" Sherlock waved with his hand. "It is what I call wilderness."

"Oh, you're such a city rat, Sherlock! We're still in Europe!" And before he turned his head away from my gaze I was sure I had seen a slight smirk. Oh, he missed me. And so did I miss him.

For those of you, my readers, who know a little of Europe's geography, we were currently in Bohemia, in Highlands and I still didn't know the reason for this trip but fervently hoped it had nothing to do with the Golem. An assassin some of you perhaps remember from a very nasty case few years ago.

I had been married for about five months to Sarah and she was currently expecting our first child which was to come in about three month. It would take a mind less intelligent and sharp than that of my friend to be able to deduce that the baby had been conceived before the marriage - a fact not unusaul in our days but nevertheless one that cost me no little amount of smirks on Sherlock's part. I could tell him for a millionth time that the baby had been intended and things hadn't been as he implied but he still didn't seem to believe me and all in all, the whole situation amused him greatly. I will not repeat here what he had to say.

I guess I should have been glad that he saw a humor in all of it because despite his usually stony and emotionless face and cut remarks I thought that he had been a little saddened by my moving out of our common flat on 221B Baker Street; although, I suspected it was mainly because there would be no one to pass him a pen or borrow him his phone. In other respects our lives went as before – I was getting the strangest of text messages from him, I was chasing criminals across London with him, I was helping him to solve the cases and during those five months he developed an annoying habit of sneaking into my office in various hours to demand help or attention or simply because he was bored. Strangely, Sarah didn't mind all that much that from time to time I spend a great amount of time with him – that is, if it wasn't too often. Since our first date that hadn't ended very well these two developed a strange relationship. I wouldn't call it exactly a friendship because Sherlock was never really one for that but the point was that Sherlock surprisingly tolerated Sarah and she in return tolerated him which was more than I could ever hope for. They had an unspoken agreement that scared me sometimes.

For the last two months however, there weren't many cases and lot of work instead, so I haven't seen much of Sherlock. Sarah began to show and I spend all the remaining time contemplating all kinds of what-could-go-wrong scenarios. So, when Sherlock burst into our flat demanding me going with him to the continent to solve a case, Sarah agreed and even encouraged me to go saying that I was in anyway only fretting over her and worrying for no reason and that I needed a case to divert me.

And so I ended up here, in this car, with this man and though I tried very hard to be annoyed at him and at Sarah, a no small part of me was thrilled at the prospect of the days to come and the mystery it would involve.

AN: So...let me know what you think? I will be grateful for every review.