AN: Hey guys! Happy (late) Valentine's Day! I hope you had a wonderful day yesterday cause, I know I did!~ 3

Anyways, in this chapter, there is going to be a bit of Mysterade!~

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters used.

Happy Reading!~

After talking to Sherlock for a bit, John and Lestrade excused themselves and decided to go to a pub for a bit. On the way out, Sherlock told John to not be out for long because dinner would be ready soon and that sent an uncomfortable chill down John and Lestrade's back.

When they got there, they ordered their drinks and went to a booth that was at the very back corner. They sat down and stared at their drinks for a moment before looking up with a puzzled expression.

"Alright, John, do you mind telling me what happened to our beloved psychopath Sherlock?"

"He calls himself a sociopath, doesn't he?" John paused before shaking his head and chugging down his drink before responding, "Anyways, I don't have a bloody clue as to what's going through his mind right now."

Lestrade let out a hum before bringing out his phone from his inner coat pocket and started to tap at the screen.

John stared at him for bit before curiosity got the best of him and he asked what Lestrade was doing.

"I wanted to ask Mycroft if he knew anything about Sherlock's change in behavior. If I do remember correctly, Sherlock did say that Mycroft helped him get a position within Scotland Yard."

John nodded but paused when he noticed something.

"Lestrade."

Lestrade stopped typing and glanced up at John.

"What is it?"

"Why do you talk about Mycroft so familiarly? I thought you guys had never met but, you even call him by his first name?"

John raised his eyebrow when he saw Lestrade's face turn a bit red, but John assumed the alcohol started to kick in. John looked at his glass and realized he hasn't even taken a sip and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion before slowly looking up in realization.

'Why is his face red then?'

Lestrade looked away from John's piercing stare.

"W-well, before I met you, Mycroft always asked me to take care of Sherlock and made me make sure he didn't do anything reckless so, I met up with him a lot and eventually,… bloody hell, you know where this is going."

Lestrade explained as he gripped his drink and gulped all of it down in one go.

"So… you two are…"

Lestrade nodded.

"Yeah, we're a couple. Bet you didn't see that coming, huh?"

'No bloody way… I mean, I don't really have a problem with it but… that was entirely unexpected.'

John got his phone out to check the time, but he noticed he got a message from Sherlock a few minutes ago and opened it.

'Dinner is ready! I do hope you aren't drunk... –SH.'

John sighed and drank the rest of his drink before standing up.

"I guess I should head back. Let me know if you get any information from Mycroft."

"Will do." Lestrade nodded.

John departed from the pub and slowly walked back to the flat. He really didn't want to go back without knowing Sherlock's true intentions behind his recent actions and dramatic attitude change. This change just happened out of nowhere as well.

While John was thinking, he heard a gunshot from an alleyway coming up to his left and, immediately, snapped out of his thoughts and ran to the source of the sound. When he got there, he found a woman slumped against the brick wall unconscious with fresh blood trailing down from her forehead.

John's doctor instincts kicked in and he quickly squatted next to her to check her pulse but, to his dismay, he found none. He checked her injuries and was about to call Sherlock, out of instinct, but then he remembered he isn't himself right now.

'But, he cannot possibly resist a case… can he?'

John speed dialed Sherlock and paced back and forth waiting for him to pick up the phone. On the fourth beep, Sherlock answered, "Hello, John? Where are you?"

John inhaled through his nostrils.

'Here goes nothing.'

"Sherlock, I heard a gunshot from an alleyway close to the flat and found a woman dead. I believe she's in her mid-thirties and she was shot-."

"W-w-what? J-john, why aren't you calling Scotland Yard? You should be notifying them, not me!"

John's hand that was holding the phone suddenly felt heavy and, before John knew it, the phone slipped through his hand and fell to the floor.

'Are you really… Sherlock?'

AN: Aww, Lestrade and Mycroft are cute.
But Sherlock really changed, huh? Well, John did want him to change so, why isn't he satisfied?

(... Okay, I know earlier I said I was going to have less than 5 chapters but, since I thought of some awesome ideas for this fic, it'll probably be longer than 5 chapters. XD)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry, there is more to come!

Have a nice day!~~