ohn woke up the next morning and saw Gladstone was still asleep; he lay in bed after having another dream of Sherlock. He barely thought about Mary since he met Sherlock. He had a feeling of guilt over it. John got out of bed and put Gladstone's food out for him. He went down to make breakfast, only wearing his pajama pants; Sherlock was still studying the cypher. John made his tea and saw there was no food, so he had his tea, just staring at the brunette knowing Sherlock wouldn't notice him. He thought for a moment; maybe he liked Sherlock Holmes, but the man was so insufferable and rude. He push the thought away and went upstairs to get dressed.
"Gladstone! You're finally up… I need to take you for a walk, boy." John said quickly pulling a shirt on and putting his shoes and socks on. He hooked Gladstone to the lead and quickly took him for a short walk. After getting Gladstone in and putting him back in the bedroom, he made sure he had the card still.
He was in the grocery store looking around and another cart hit his, he looked up and saw it was Mary.
"John, long time no see." She said smiling.
"Yeah, realised we were out of food." John said, giving her a half smile.
"I don't see how you can afford anything since you don't have any income."
She grabbed something off the shelf.
"Oh yeah, Sherlock pays for everything right now."
"Ah… Well I can give you a ride home after you're done." She offered, John nodded.
They went around the store together and she looked at him. "That's all your favorite food, does he eat the same thing?"
"Oh, right… He doesn't really eat a lot of food." John explained. Mary gave him this odd look, "What?"
"He barely eats? He must be very skinny." She remarked.
"He is not that skinny, he's actually pretty toned." John retorted, she looked at John strangely. He stopped talking and went back to his thoughts of what to get while mentally he was kicking himself for the comment. He made sure he had everything before he went to the self serve. Mary queued behind him as he waited for the woman in front to pay for her stuff. He had a feeling Mary already thought he liked his flatmate. He couldn't understand why she thought that, though, and pushed it out of his mind as he bagged and paid for his groceries. Mary scanned hers at another self-serve and paid before she walked up to him
"Come on." Mary said. John nodded and followed her, putting his bags into the boot of the car.
They sat in relative silence in the car, John staring blankly out the window, never hearing Mary talking to him until she called his names a few times.
"John? You're not paying attention."
"My mind's preoccupied." John said.
"Well, we better get you home." Mary smiled at him.
Mary parked in front of 221b, she looked at it and then at John. He got out of the car and she let out a sigh, she got out of her car and went to help him. He opened the door and the two went up the steps and once they entered the flat, John saw Sherlock looking at his phone, Mary looked over at the man. He was grinning and quickly got up getting ready to leave from the looks of it. John saw Sherlock heading towards the steps and was about to say something.
"There's been another murder. Coming?" Sherlock called over his shoulder, not waiting for an answer and hurrying down the stairs.
John let out a sigh and hurried quickly after him, forgetting about Mary and the groceries. She looked in shock at the door; he had just left without a word! Since when did he want to go to a crime scene? She started to wonder who this Sherlock was. Mary sighed and went to the fridge to put the food away.
From her apartment, Mrs. Hudson was startled from her afternoon telly by a scream of abject horror.