(John's POV)

"You are kidding, right? That's unbelievable!" I laughed.

"You're telling me, you should have seen it! They looked like five year olds after the glass shattered." Sarah finished telling me about a new year's party she attended where a group of her friends accidently shot a cork through a window and now have to pay to have it fixed. We had just about finished at the super market. I decided that Sarah is even more perfect than I had imaged because she even laughed at my bad fruit puns.

After checking out, and not having any issues with the machine, we returned to 221 B. As we walked up the stairs I remembered what a mess the flat was.

"Sorry about the mess." I told Sarah opening the door; inwardly reminding myself to give Sherlock a piece of my mind over the state of our rooms.

"It's alright, John. I'm guessing this is Sherlock's handy work?" She said pointing to the bullet holes in the spray painted wall.

I laughed, "Yes, and you don't want to know."

Sarah gave me a sardonic smile before replying, "I've met him so I wasn't planning on asking."

"Good idea." I smiled and sighed. I had set all the groceries on the table and was now just staring at Sarah. She met my gaze and laughed before looking down at her feet.

Maybe I should take a chance here… I always took it slow in relationships but I had never felt this way before. I feel like a whole new person when ever she's with me. She makes me feel complete.

I decided this was the time to take a chance, Sherlock was gone and I had the place to myself. Well let's see how it goes…

I walked over to Sarah and she looked up and I met my gaze. I smiled and took her hands in mine, "You know- we could stay here for a bit and miss the dinner rush. Go for a late night meal; we don't have work tomorrow after all." I said massaging the back of her hands with my thumbs.

She smiled, "And what should we do to in the meantime?"

I laughed, "Oh, I'm sure we'll figure something out." I said leaning in and planting a light kiss on her lips.

(Sherlock's POV)

This. is. TORTURE. WHY would anyone do this? You have to actually listen to someone talk about the mundane things that happen to them and be INTERESTED TOO? And people think I'm a psychopath…

Molly had picked a small and cozy café near the center of the city and, while it had good coffee, I was just bored out of my mind. I checked the time on my phone; I have been sitting here listening to Molly talk about work and her family for seven minutes and I hadn't said a word.

"Wouldn't you agree?" She asked me seriously.

I nodded and she proceeded to talk about her life goals.

I really need to say something; she must know I'm not paying any attention- bad manners- maybe if I approach this like a science experiment. My hypothesis will be that I won't be able to handle this for more than thirty minutes… lets test this.

"What about you?" Molly asked me taking a sip of her chocolate latte with whip crème and a dash of cinnamon; it looked like.

"Let's see my life goals would just be to continue using my skills of deduction to solve crime." I said feeling very proud of my attempt at being social.

Molly's brow crinkled, "That's good; I'm not sure what the Yard would do without you…"

That's true, but what was that facial expression?

"Why the odd look, Molly?" I asked her actually interested.

"Oh it's nothing I thought that would be your goal." She took another sip before continuing, "It's just you always seem so focused on your deduction that it seems like you don't care about… well happiness or having fun."

My first thought was that I should laugh; Sherlock Holmes fun? HA! But maybe she had a point…What am I thinking! My work is my fun.

"Molly my work is my "fun" and source of happiness." I told her straight faced.

She rested her chin in her hand and said with a sad smile, "You know, if the only fun you have is solving crime and observing evidence; you must get sort of…lonely."

This time I did laugh, "I work great alone, other people are just a distraction." I told her.

"…Or is it the other way around?" She asked me looking down into her half empty cup.

I stopped laughing and looked at her, "Excuse me?" I asked in an icy voice.

"Well, what if you only want yourself to think that people are the distraction in your life because maybe…" She trailed off.

"Go on." I probed her.

"Maybe because you're afraid that you can't deduce everything there is about people and it upsets you…"

I sat there for the next minute thinking; there is no way…that's impossible. But the more I thought about it the more it thought; maybe…just maybe she's right.

Authors note:

In reply to the wonderful reviews: SO FAR the story is very Molly/Sherlock & Sarah/John and since that's the pairings I'm thinking of I don't know if it will change to Sherlock/John. :-/ I don't know if it will be Sherlock/John also because there are a lot of those pairings and I was trying to think of something else, but we'll see!

Thank you everyone for reading! I really hope you like what I'm writing because lately I've had horrid writers block and it drives me crazy, so this story is sort of me trying to break though it! XD

Thanks for the support and hopefully I can get rid of this writer's block and be back at my best soon! (Not that it's much better but still!)

Please review and enjoy! I know it might not be that great but I find it fun to write anyway! And hopefully I'll get better the more I write… hopefully!

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