"Sherlock!" John yelled as he ran up the stairs. He burst into the flat, gasping, looking around. There was noise coming from the kitchen. "Sherlock?" John moved into the kitchen. Sherlock was digging in the fridge, throwing things out of it. A jar of eyes flew towards the table, and shattered as it hit the floor.

"Sherlock! What are you doing? What happened?" John stood awestruck at the mess occurring in the small room. Sherlock turned around, looking gaunt. He hadn't eaten, slept or done anything in days.

"I can't find the milk. Where did you put it?" Sherlock looked at John with a stern look. He "read" him and stood upright.

"That is what you called me for. I was buying milk! Jesus. You just can't call me and hang up all dramatic like! I thought something had happened!" Sherlock looked down. He didn't realize.

"John-I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." John felt his mouth dropped. Ever since he came back, he has been so thoughtful. He apologized more, he was more human than he ever was. It was creepy.

"Its fine. Why don't you come with me to buy the milk, so the next time you can do it yourself." Sherlock's eyes lit up. Since the wedding, John hadn't had much time with Sherlock, getting all the baby's stuff ready and all. Mary was about to pop any moment now, and he needed to be ready. She was on bed rest now, and needed John at home most of the time.

"Yes. I would enjoy that." Sherlock went to his room, John assumed to get changed. John went through the cupboards and the fridge to see what else needed to be bought. He made a list and waited for Sherlock in the sitting room. He sat in his chair, looking out the window and out into the world. Even though it was level at a window in the flat across the street. He saw people moving around in the window. A woman, from the looks of it, and a man. The woman, black hair, very short was talking seriously to the man. He had business cut black hair and was wearing a very nice suit. John was intrigued with the conversation, whether he could hear it or not. He thought the woman looked familiar, but he couldn't place her face.

He heard Sherlock walk into the room, so he got up, ready to go. Sherlock stood there, still in his bathrobe, suit underneath, holding his harpoon.

"Oh no! You are not going to the market with a harpoon Sherlock! You will get the police called on you!" Sherlock looked at John confused.

"Why not? Isn't that what every one does? I thought it was a thing." John looked at Sherlock, shocked.

"No. It is not a thing. Go put it away, and lets go." Sherlock pouted the whole market trip. He enjoyed looking at the fruit, he liked to deduce the people that picked it. How he could tell…John didn't know. They paid, Sherlock was curious about why they went through the self check-out, but he understood why afterwards. John liked to have rows with machines. It was amusing to Sherlock.

They both carried the groceries up to the flat and set it on the counter. Sherlock went to his computer and got on it immediately. John shook his head and started putting the stuff away. John finished and went to sit back in his chair. Looking out the window, the woman who was in the window earlier was there again. This time just looking out the window, right into ours. She was staring intently, as if she was trying to get our attention.

"Sherlock-" John said, getting up out of his chair. He moved towards the window. The woman was familiar to him.

"Hmm?" Sherlock said, still focused on the laptop.

"It's The Woman."