The next day Mary was the first to rise, obviously, and after putting on a load of washing and making waffles (it was a special day) she ventured into John's bedroom.

He was sitting up in bed and looked as though he had experienced a blissful night's slumber (sarcasm intended).

"Good morning!"

"Morning." He sounded like a broken coffee machine.

"I'm making waffles, you should get up."

"No thank you, I think I would rather just stay here and die."

"There's melted chocolate."

"Fine."

Sherlock was far easier to persuade. It seemed breakfast at Molly's was almost always porridge.

Breakfast was very intense that day. John kept looking awkwardly at Sherlock and blushing when he was caught. Mary was grinning like a Cheshire cat and kept scooping more ice cream onto everyone's plates. She was the first to break the silence.

"Since it's such a lovely day and everything, why don't we go for a walk?"

"Brilliant idea Mary, I can leave the house now without fearing I'll be shot at, well at least, no more than usual." Said Sherlock.

So they left 221b and walked over to Regent's park. But, you see, this was all part of Mary's master plan and no sooner had they crossed the bridge did she feign a headache and pretend to head back to the house. She was, of course, never far behind them.

"So," said John, "what did you and Molly get up to while you were there?"

"Tedious games of scrabble and an endless array of appalling films about young men and women falling in love."

"I can see why you might find that appalling."

"It is the sheer unrealistic nature of the characters."

"Well, that's easy for you to say, you're a high functioning sociopath, things like love don't cloud your brilliant mind."

"What ever do you mean?"

"Well, you don't love...do you?"

"What do you take me for? I know you called me a machine once but I thought that was out of anger, I'm still human John."

"I just thought..."

"I've told you before not to make people into heroes, heroes don't exist."

Mary, by this point was skipping up and down very conspicuously behind a willow tree and her head was screaming 'Just kiss him already!' John on the other hand was feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. He secretly wished Mary hadn't left them alone together. Sherlock was standing awfully close and he had a strange look in his eye.

"For example, I love the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of working out the problem and the mystery of a new case."

"But that's hardly the same thing."

"Well, technically it is, as far as the body is concerned the increased heart rate etcetera, its all the same chemical reactions, like for instance, right now your heart is racing and I can only imagine, well unless you are terrified, and I can't imagine why you would be afraid of me..."

"Can't imagine why? Jesus Sherlock you're the scariest person I know."

"What? How can you be scared of me?"

"Because I never know what you're thinking and I never know what you're going to say!"

"What"

"Well right now I haven't got a clue where you are going with this."

"And that scares you?"

"Yes! Well, a bit."

"Well I was merely going to say that I also love you."

John didn't get a chance to respond because Mary chose that moment to fall headfirst into the lake.