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This one's a short one, BUT there's more to come :-)


On the next morning, John Watson was woken up by a text from Sherlock Holmes.

Baker Street. Now. SH

Groaning he got out of bed, kissed his wife goodbye and made his way to his former residence, thinking a new case awaiting him.

When John arrived at Baker Street it seemed like Sherlock hadn't moved at all since he had left him the evening before. He was still seated on the couch, his fingertips brushing his chin. The only things that were different were his clothes (Purple shirt – must be a special case then) and the blue box (no, not the T.A.R.D.I.S.) on the table.

As John sat down in his chair, Sherlock came back from wherever in his mind palace he had been and acknowledged the presence of his blogger.
"Mary told you."
"Sorry, what?"
"You didn't deduce the death of Toby from the lack of cats' hair. You are usually hopelessly unobservant, especially in regards to Molly Hooper. So there's just no way you could've noticed that."
John could only snort at that. "Oh, because you pay so much attention to her if you don't need anything from her…"
"I always pay attention to Molly Hooper!" Sherlock definitely sounded angry at John's assumption.
"Yeah, like you did yesterday."

Sherlock ignored John's sarcastic comment and continued, "So you admit that Mary told you about the death of Molly's cat?"
John held up his hands in defeat. "Guilty. Molly had called her. She had been really upset, because she had to take Toby to the vet and put him to sleep."

Sherlock didn't say anything. He stared into space.
John sighed, "So, do you feel better now? Was that all? Can I go back to my wife now?"
"No."

John waited for his friend to go on, but apparently Sherlock didn't know how. It was obvious he was distressed. He let out a frustrating groan, before ruffling his hair and getting up. John could only look at him in sympathy. The doctor was sure the mood of his former flat mate had something to do with feelings. Sherlock had no idea how to cope with them.
"Sherlock, what's the matter?"

Sherlock paced a few times from the window to the door and back. John waited patiently and followed him with his eyes. Finally Sherlock stopped the pacing. With his back towards John he stood by the window and asked, "Why did Molly end her engagement?"

Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle fit together and John knew exactly why Sherlock was acting the way he did. So his voice was soft, when he answered his best friend, "You know exactly why, Sherlock."
"Good," was all the man at the window said. At least that was what John thought he had heard. Sherlock's voice was so low.
"Sherlock, you know it's ok to feel something for someone."
John wanted to continue, but Sherlock cut him off, "You can go now."

John stared at the back of his friend. He wished he could say something that would help him somehow. But he knew there were no words. So he got up from his chair and walked to the door.

Before leaving he couldn't help but offer a suggestion, "You know, maybe you should tell her that you always pay attention to her."
With that John stepped outside and closed the door, hoping for once his friend would listen to his advice.

TBC