Two weeks later, tensions were running high in 221b. After being discharged from the hospital, John had insisted that Emily stay with them, at least until she felt ready to go home. Giving up his bed for her, he had slept on a blow up mattress in Sherlock's room. Apart from the strain on his back, Sherlock's unusual sleeping patterns did not lead to a good night's sleep.

Emily decided that the day John threw milk round Sherlock was the day she needed to move back downstairs. He parents and friends had already visited in the couple of days after the incident and were pleased with how well Emily was coping. She hadn't quite told them the extent of what had happened, feeling that sparing them some of the detail was better for them and for her. She had also gone back to work in the middle of the second week. All her employers had been very understanding and told her to take as long as she needed. Emily had felt very lucky and had cried on John's shoulder at hearing that from them all.

The first couple of nights in 221b, Emily had suffered from several nightmares. John was always straight in to comfort her and get her back to sleep. But every time she was woken up by him, there was always a crushing disappointment that it wasn't Sherlock gently shaking her shoulders and telling her every thing was alright.

After that night at the hospital, when they had fallen asleep together, Sherlock had cut himself off from Emily. He barely spoke to her, and seemed colder than she had ever seen him. This was partly the reason she was moving back downstairs as well. In fact she had been pushing around the idea of finding somewhere else to live. The only things that had stopped her were the fact that she loved her flat, and also Mrs Hudson and John. She wouldn't however admit to herself what else she loved.

John had been watching the atmosphere between Emily and Sherlock with exasperation. After seeing them curled up together in the hospital, he had thought it was a turning point for Sherlock. And it was, just the wrong turn. Even for him, Sherlock seemed more distant than usual, barely talking unless it was about a case. Once Emily had moved back to her flat the black mood got worse. He started throwing experiments across the room when they weren't turning out the way he expected, and as for the horrible melodies coming from the violin, that was something else altogether. John knew he would need to talk to him.

Sherlock was sitting at the kitchen table with his microscope when John came home from Tesco. Noticing Sherlock's tense shoulders he switched the kettle on.

'Do you want a cup of tea?'

'Hmm?'

'I said do you want some tea?'

Sherlock's answer was a dismissive wave of his hand. John sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he walked over to the plug socket and flicked the switch for the microscope.

'What the hell do you think you're doing!' Sherlock jumped up and slammed his fists on the table.

'Trying to get you to pay attention. We need to talk!' John folded his arms.

'About what? What can we possible need to discuss that is more important than this case I'm working on?'

'Emily.'

Sherlock glared at John, picked up a beaker of liquid and marched into his bedroom. John rolled his eyes again, unfolded his arms and followed him out. He managed to get to the door just before Sherlock slammed it closed in his face and walked in.

'Mate, you can't just walk away from this. I saw you in the hospital that night.'

'And I suppose you have some idiotic deductions to make.' Sherlock's back was to him as he rifled through the drawers of his desk.

'Maybe not idiotic, but I'll take a stab at them. You thought you'd lost her. And you've never felt like this before about anyone so you're pulling away. You're scared.'

'I'm never scared.' But he had stopped poking about and was standing still, with his back still to John.

'You are now. Scared of what you're feeling for her. It's perfectly acceptable, even for you Sherlock. She feels the same. I know she's never felt about anyone the way she feels about you. You're both as new to this as each other. But you have to do something before you push her too far away. You're both my friends and I want to see you both happy. So please, for all our sakes, do something good about it.'

With that John turned and walked out the door, gently closing it behind him.

Sherlock let out a sigh and his shoulders dropped. Turning, he sat on the edge of his bed and let his head drop into his hands.

Em, when you get home, come upstairs for a bit. J

Emily had just arrived home from minding Sophia when she saw the note on her front door. The little girl had really helped her these past few days without even knowing she was doing anything. Just hearing her giggle put a smile on Emily's face.

Confused as to why John had left a note instead of sending a text, she opened her front door and dumped her bags. Going into her bedroom, she changed out of her skinny jeans and shirt and into a pair of leggings and baggy jumper. Stretching her arms she felt more comfortable straight away. Since it was only John, she didn't feel the need to dress up. Though just in case Sherlock was there, she ran a hairbrush through her hair. Unlikely though, she thought, I haven't seen him in about a week. A couple of nights, she had cried silently in her bed thinking about how he had shut himself off from her. But she did her best to pick herself up and carry on. It was all she could do.

Closing her front door, she made her way up to 221b. As she came to the top of the stairs, she could hear the sounds of Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros playing Mondo Bongo. It was one of her favourite songs. She frowned in confusion, wondering if somehow John still had romantic feelings for her.

Walking into the living room, she stopped short, the entire place was tidied and the lights were out, with the fire blazing and candles everywhere. In the middle of the floor, on the rug, was a bunch of white roses (again her favourite) lying on it.

'John?' She called out.

No one answered, and she walked over to the rug, picking up the roses and inhaling their wonderful scent.

'I hope you like them.' A deep baritone voice spoke behind her.

Emily froze with the roses in her hands.

'They are your favourites, aren't they?' The voice had a slight hint of worry.

Emily nodded, still not wanting to turn round.

A deep sign of relief could be heard behind her, and light footsteps made their way towards her. Then a pair of hands rested softly on her shoulders. She gave a slight jump, but still didn't turn round.

'I'm…sorry.' The voice said.

'I thought John wanted to see me.' Emily's voice was trembling.

'I didn't think you would come up if you thought it was me.'

Slowly, Emily leant down and set the roses back on the rug. Then she turned round to face Sherlock. She reached up one hand and laid it on his cheek. He closed his eyes, and leaned into her hand.

'Of course I would have come.'

Emily reached for his hands and placed them on the sides of her waist. Then she placed both her hands on his cheeks. Pushing herself up slightly onto tip toes, she placed a tender kiss on his lips then pulled back to see his reaction. There was a slight look of shock, and then the small hint of a smile. When she looked into his eyes, she noticed that the black pupils were growing considerably. She smiled back at him.

'Did you do all this?' Emily looked round at the room.

Looking a little bit sheepish he said, 'I may have asked John for some tips. I did however choose the music and the flowers.'

'I love it.' Emily said simply and smiled.

She lightly twisted out of his hands and walked over to the Ipod that was playing, and restarted Mondo Bongo. Turning back she bit her lip lightly.

'Will you dance with me?'

Sherlock smiled. 'My pleasure.'

He walked over and placed his hands round her waist and rested them on the small of her back. Emily wrapped her arms round his neck and leaned her head on his chest. Then with the slow rhythmic music playing, and the fire blazing, they swayed and turned with their eyes closed, safe in each others arms.

Well that's it folks! Thought I would leave Sherlock and Emily to enjoy their relationship in peace :) Hope you enjoyed!