Sherlock and John were walking away from Scotland Yard; it was getting late and quite cold

"Even I could have solved that one" John said to Sherlock

"I would rather you didn't join the police, I need my blogger" Sherlock replied, rather sarcastically

"I find blogging therapeutic"

"Dull. Boring"

"Angelo's?"

"Nah, I feel like something different, there's a new place I was thinking of trying at some point. It's just down the road, we can walk it"

The restaurant looked very fancy and expensive. Not the kind of thing that would usually appeal to Sherlock. They walked in. It seemed that there were a lot of couples, holding hands, kissing. They got lead to a table; John was not sure where to look. They got a few glanced from some of the people, obviously thinking they were together. John felt his cheeks turning pink. He turned his gaze back to Sherlock, who seemed oblivious to the attention and was studying the windowpane. They were brought a candle. John decided not to bother telling the waiter that they weren't together, it would ruin the atmosphere. Sherlock must have picked up on this because he gave John an odd look and then turned his attention to his coat pocket, he was fiddling with something and smiling.

"What's so interesting?" John asked

"Nothing" Sherlock said pretending that he had been looking at the menu.

"Hmm... Waiter?" John called

They ordered and sat in an awkward silence

"So you're eating then?" John asked

"Case has finished now, I have nothing that needs my full attention"

"You have some strange habits Sherlock! I'm just going to pop to the toilets"

"Okay"

John returned to find the dishes served.

"That didn't take them long"

"No, good service"

Sherlock was watching John very closely during the whole meal. John shuffled slightly, hoping Sherlock would get the message that he didn't like Sherlock staring at him. Sherlock turned his attention back to his salad.

Salad! Does he ever eat a proper meal?

The bill was paid and they left, there were still couples everywhere. They caught a taxi, Sherlock kept his attention on John the whole journey and then followed him up the stairs to the flat. His gaze was locked on John the whole time.

He's not coming on to me I hope, what with the romantic restaurant and the constant looks

Sherlock sat down on the sofa, muttering something to himself. John walked up to the fridge and stumbled slightly, he grabbed on to the handle and tried to pull himself up. He could feel his legs starting to give way as he grabbed desperately at the surfaces

"Sh-Shl-s-lok" he said, almost whispered. From what he could see, Sherlock was only watching him. John tried to turn around and look for his friend but his eyes had blurred and his clutch was weakening. John fell to the floor and he could no longer see or feel, helplessly unconscious.