A/N: just a couple little notes for you

1. These are all un beta-ed and I'm not the best at grammar. If there is something horrendous do tell so I can edit it.

2. If you have requests I'd love write them up for you :)

3. I'm American (sadly) so if something comes across as not too British I apologize.

John awoke to an empty bed. He wasn't too surprised. Sherlock most likely had woken up hours ago and gotten up to experiment on dismembered body parts. John let out a load groan before rolling over on the bed. It was his birthday. Another year older. He pushed his face into the pillow hoping he could just stop his birthday from happening if he didn't get up. No such luck.

Luckily for John his boyfriend's great mind deleted all useless information, like his birthday. In John's opinion, his birthday was useless.

'Morning.' John stumbled into the kitchen to make his daily tea.

'Good morning.' Sherlock said with out removing his head from his microscope. He was examining a rare bacteria. He'd told John what it was, but John could never remember that sort of thing. 'Lestrade has requested my presences at the yard today. He deems the case a 10, but I doubt it's above a 6.'

'Mmk.' John was still groggy and would be until he had tea. ' want me to come?'

'No.' Sherlock's reply was very quick and cold. John would have questioned it further had he been fully awake. After he placed the kettle on the hob he lumbered over to Sherlock and gave him a quick kiss. He wished him luck before Sherlock dashed out the door.

A few minutes later the kettle began to scream. John poured the boiling water into his mug and let it steep. After the tea had steeped for an appropriate amount of time, he went to his comfortable sitting chair. John sat and began to think about his birthday. Although he didn't really enjoy his birthday he couldn't help but be a little hurt. He was hoping to have a nice day with just him and Sherlock, but he could never ask Sherlock to give up a case for something so domestic. With a deep sigh he finished off his tea. John toddled off to place the mug and the sink to distracted to notice the tall detective was home again. Not until his long wiry arms wrapped around John's waist, at least.

'What's wrong?' Sherlock questioned before rest his head on John's shoulder. John pressed back against Sherlock enjoying the detective's hold.

'Nothing. I'm glad you're home.'

'Oh.' Sherlock said lamely. John turned to look at him. ' I have to go back, but you can come with me. Please?'

'Of course, love. I just have to get dressed. Can't very well leave in my pants.'

_~00o00~_

The cab ride over was quiet. John and Sherlock sat in the back holding hands. They never felt the need to have silly conversations just for the sake of talking and they were quite content in silence. The cabbie pulled up to the yard and Sherlock paid him. Which was a bit odd seeing as he always made John pay. John dismissed it and carried on to follow Sherlock.

Sherlock's strong lanky hand found John's more callous hand as they strolled into Lestrade's department. They took a couple unusual twist and turns toward a conference room.

'Where are we going?' John questioned. Sherlock blatantly ignored him. They came to the large door separating them from the conference room. Sherlock turned to John before he took off his scarf and wrapped it around John's eyes. John tried to protest, but he heard Sherlock whispering to him that it was okay. John trusted him. He listened to the doors being swung open and felt a hand push him inside. He stumbled into the room.

'SURPRISE!'

John's homemade blind fold was quickly removed to see a huge group of his friends huddled in the conference room. He was frozen in shock until Sherlock leaned forward to kiss him.

'Happy birthday, John.' Sherlock smirked as he pulled away. As soon as John was able to comprehend what was happening he smiled brightly. His crazy, emotionally detached, sociopath of a boyfriend had, not only remembered his birthday, but set up a surprise birthday party.

Everyone was there. The Yarders. His old army friends. Mike Stamford. Mrs. Hudson. A sober Harry. Even a few mates from uni. When John saw all of the trouble Sherlock went to he couldn't believe it. Early he had been wishing for a nice lie in day, but this was much better.

'Sherlock. You didn't!' John exclaimed before grabbing him for a nice long snog. He heard quite a few cheers and woof whistles, but John didn't care. He gently pulled away. 'I'm surprised you didn't delete my birthday. Ya know - useless information crowding your mind palace.'

'Even if my mind palace had an overflowing plethora of information' Sherlock gave him a quick peck for emphasis. 'I'd never delete your birthday.'