I've never written fanfiction before but I couldn't just ignore the wink at the end of Season 5 Episode 8 and I had to write something. I'm not sure how long this will be, but I'm hoping multiple chapters. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I am only writing this for entertainment and have no claim on any characters.

Chapter 1

Watson's point of view:

Did Sherlock just wink at me?! Joan thought as she heard the front door shut.

"Well that's new" she said to an empty house.

Sherlock had never done anything like that before! Could it mean anything…?

She had been pretty upfront and personal with him over the last few days, asking him questions about his sobriety. And if she was honest with herself there was a different atmosphere between the two of them in the last few weeks. Sherlock seemed more comfortable and closer with her recently, especially after his break up with Fiona.

Maybe she was thinking about it too much. He had only winked at her after all. He might have just had something in his eye!

"Get a grip Joan" Watson said to herself. She put any thoughts about Sherlock to the back of her mind and went up to her room to read.

Sherlock's point of view:

Did I just wink at Joan?! Sherlock thought as he left the brownstone heading to his sobriety meeting.

What did he do that for?! Where did that come from? He had never been so… personal with Joan before. The situation they had, had always been complicated everyone knew that, but even he had to admit that things had been even more different recently.

"Fiona" Sherlock whispered to himself as he walked along the path.

It had changed since he had broken up with Fiona. It had only been a subtle change but it was definitely different. Why though…?

Could the fact that he had experienced a somewhat stable and committed relationship have changed his way of thinking? His way of looking at relationships? The way he looked at Joan…?

"No. No way" Sherlock said aloud to nobody in particular. He was going to have to put that though to the back of his mind, he couldn't think of Joan that way.

Could he…?

To be continued…