Days passed and none of them mention the night. It certainly brought some changes in John and Sherlock noticed it but ignored. John often found himself staring at Sherlock, while keeping groceries, working on laptop, playing with Rosie and then looked away in embarrassment. He started avoiding Sherlock's company to some extent.

Once when Sherlock was looking at some papers, sitting on his couch and John was trying too hard not to make it obvious that he's staring at Sherlock, Sherlock's phone buzzed with a moaning sound 'aaahhh'.

"I told you to change the ringtone Sherlock. I can't let that sound playing in the house when Rosie's around." John said, irritatively.

"On it." Sherlock said and picked his phone and started tapping his fingers on the screen.

"Do you reply? *Cough* I mean the 'woman'.

"Sometimes."

"Uh, so what's its like.. mm between you two?"

Sherlock arched his eyebrow. "What?"

"Have you met her, after her fake death?"

" Two days ago I met her."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah it's good." Said John as he shut his laptop and left the room.

"John, where are you going?"

John answered from staircase, "have to pick Rosie from school."

"Have to pick Rosie, I see." Said Sherlock to himself, "30 minutes earlier."

"Sherlock." Said Rosie while running to him, while Sherlock was busy in his phone, typing.

"Hello Rosie." Said Sherlock, looking at her from above his phone, still typing.

Little Rosie climbed on his lap as John entered the living room.

"Rosie, you need to change your uniform and wash first, I'll keep your lunch ready till you're back." Said John.

"No, I want to hear how the murderer vanished. Sherlock didn't finished it last time."

"Okay." Sherlock smiled and kept his phone down.

"Sherlock don't you think Rosie is a little too young for this." John said.

"No. And when you're on it, can you prepare a lunch for me too, please."

John sighed and went into the kitchen as Sherlock proceeded narrating his case to Rosie.

As they all finished their lunch, Sherlock recieved a text.

"John, the game is on." Sherlock said.

"Rosie we'll be out for sometime. Will you be a good girl and finish your homework. I'll check it when I'm back."

"I want to go with you. Please." Rosie said, making puppy face.

Before Sherlock had a chance to say, John said, "No. But I'll bring your favourite cookie." And winked.

"John, she was sad. We could've brought her with us." Said Sherlock.

"No, I want to keep her away from all these. I want her to have a normal life."

Sherlock wanted to oppose John but she was John's daughter and he had full right to decide for her. Sherlock started looking for clue but it was harder than usual.

"John stop staring at me, it's distracting."

"Okay, yeah... Sure." John looked away, his cheeks turning red.

It was late at night. Sherlock was busy in his mobile and John was checking Rosie's homework while sitting on their places in living room.

Sherlock's phone buzzed and John saw him smiling.

"Is it from the woman?"

"What? Yeah."

"You seem to get quite close."

Sherlock didn't reply but looked at John confused.

"Goodnight Sherlock." John said as he stood up and started leaving.

Sherlock grabbed his wrist. "John wait." John stopped and turned back to look at Sherlock. He sat on his couch again, his fingers interlocked and face resting on his hands waiting for Sherlock to say.

"What is it John?" "What is what?" "You know what I'm talking about."

"No I don't. Sherlock I need to sleep. Rosie has her school, I've my clinic. So I've to wake up early tomorrow."

"You were the one who encouraged me to text her. You said it will complete me as a human."

"Yeah, I did."

"So what's your problem now?"

"What's my problem now? Why don't you deduce it Mr. William Sherlock Scott Holmes?" John said, raising his voice higher than necessary. There was complete silence for sometime.

John continued," after the night, after the kiss, I thought there's really something. I thought you also have feelings for me. But guess I was wrong. Forget it Sherlock. Forget whatever I said. Don't mind me." John rose from his couch and left, leaving Sherlock bewildered.