Sherlock was wearing a suit will trying one on his room, he went around in circle and checked himself. It was embarrassing, he never wore such fancy things other than the jacket and scarf he typically wears. His dark curls fixed on his head but manages to go back the way he looks anyways. "Oh well." He said, seeing it was good enough. He was alone in the flat, glad that he isn't seen in this.

He walks out, in his dressing shoes, might as well make himself some tea. This was a new suit and one expensive one. He heard the door open from downstairs. Crap, he did not expect him to be home so soon. He looks around before leaping up, grabbing the rope and pulls himself close to the ceiling just above the door and out of sight and in the corner.

"Sherlock! I am back!" He said carrying the groceries in and putting in the kitchen table. John looked around for Sherlock. "Sherlock?" He called out, looking around not seeing him anywhere. Where did Sherlock go? He thought to himself. He took out his phone and text Sherlock.

'Sherlock, where are you? -JW' He sent the text before hearing that particular disturbing sound. Sherlock scowls, Irene changing his ringtone when he receives text. "What?" John said in surprise, looking around before looking up and blinks. "Sherlock what are you doing on the ceiling?" He asked confused.

Sherlock scowls and drops down onto his feet and brushed his suit in case of any dust that got on to it. He turned himself and saw John stare at him like an idiot. "You're staring." He said snapping his finger in the air. John snaps out of it and blinks. "You looked like your dressing up for something?" He queried.

"No, not really. It's new and was just trying it on." He said with a small pout on his expression. "I think you look good in it…Very handsome I have to say." He said that it was making him jealous a little. Sherlock immediately see the jealousy and grins in amusement. "You got one too; it was a gift from Mummy." He said, his mother.

John looks at him in surprise. "Why?" He asked with a confused look on his expression. Sherlock knew why but he didn't say. "I am not sure, maybe there is something in you she likes." He said with a light smile, making his hint he has interesting in John but John didn't seem to notice. "Oh." John said with surprise. "Why don't you go try it on and see if it fits in case have to change the size?" He suggested.

John agreed. "Where is it?" He asked, "In your room." Sherlock replied before he sat down onto the chair. John turned and went to his room.

Fifteen minutes later, John came back out with his cheeks slightly red, probably flustered in the suit and looks embarrassing in it. Sherlock looks up and blinks in surprised. He bit down his tongue and smiles. "You look quit handsome, it fits you so well." He mused softly.

"Oh shut up, I look stupid in it." He grumbles softly. He looks at himself again before looking at Sherlock who was chuckling at his chair. "Oh John. You are such unobservant. You look handsome in, that is coming out from me." He mused softly. He saw John face grow red and smiles bigger.

-End of part 1. -