If only fiction plane
"Watson, I need your assistance!" Sherlock yells from the bottom of the stairs, at 3 in the morning. Lucky Joan isnt asleep yet, thanks to him.
"one minute" she yells back. Sherlock retreats back to the living room and waits for her. She finally comes through the door.
"you took 2 minutes 40 seconds, you lied to me, you said ou werent going to do that anymore" he looks at her.
"you said you werent going to keep me up till 3 in the morning, now what do you want?" she asks
Sherlock stands up and looks down at his feet.
"I need you to dance with me" she is surprised at this. "I mean I need you to teach me" he turns on the music and her favourite song comes on, he then looks up and holds out his hand for her. She takes it with a smile on her face.
She knows its worth staying up for.