Sherlock in:

The Perfect Pair

Chapter One

"Sherlock, aren't you lonely, just sitting around all day?" Mrs. Hudson enquired while putting down Sherlock's tea. The detective hardly even looked up from the papers he was looking at. "Well, you must be." The landlady walked across the room. "With John gone, oh, shame about that. I thought you were going last. Oh well, I'll leave you to it." She hurried off, leaving Holmes rolling his eyes at the women. He had been a bit bored with out his blogger around since John married Mary, but not that Sherlock would ever admit it. He was looking through the papers for something interesting. A case, anything. His phone beeped, and Sherlock off the desk.

COMING OVER NOW. JW

The sleuth frowned. He didn't recall John saying he would come over.

WHAT? SH

YOU FORGOT? YOU INVITED MARY AND MYSELF OVER. JW

He did remember, and looked around the 221B apartment. All of Watson's items had been moved out, just leaving Sherlock's experiments all over the table, in the fridge, along with other objects cluttering the surfaces in the room. He remembered last time he was so bored, when he shot holes through the yellow smiley face on the wall. The detective smiled to himself, missing such things.

About ten minutes later, The doorbell knocked and Sherlock listened as Mrs. Hudson walked to the door and greeted the couple. He heard three sets of footsteps walking up, and then in the doorway, John, with pregnant Mary at his arm, and Mrs. Hudson behind them. "Oh, Sherlock, look who's here." Mrs. Hudson flashed a big smiled. "Oh, you didn't dress yet? I'm sorry," She turned around to the Watsons. "he stays in his jammies all day and won't listen. I think he's lonely without you, John." Mary chuckled. The four stood in the room in silence, waiting. "Well," the blogger said, breaking the ice. "still looks the same as before, hey Sherlock?" Holmes nodded lightly and smiled.

A couple of minutes later Mrs. Hudson had them all sitting with tea and biscuits. "So, you're lonely, Sherlock?" Mary questioned. Sherlock frowned. "Of course not. I have plenty of work to keep me busy." Watson chuckled. "No, Sherlock, not are you busy, are you lonely? That's what we want to know." His friend fixed his blue silk robe more securely. He momentarily thought about the question, was he actually lonely? Did he really miss having someone around? Of course, friends were never Sherlock's strong point, but, that didn't mean he couldn't have any more. Sure, there was John, Mary, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade, but he longed for something more. "No." He replied. "I'm not lonely." Holmes could sense that the couple knew the truth. "Oh, John, what about your cousin? You were just telling me the other day about her. The one that got kicked out of her flat." John smiled at Mary than Sherlock.