Hey guys, thanks for reading my last chapter. I hope you guys liked it. Here's chapter eleven. Enjoy. [:

I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK BBC OR ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR JOHANNA, KRISTINA AND ROB!

~LadyGreyBergamot~

"You left this downstairs," Sherlock smirked and held up my phone in his hand.

I walked over to him with a blush spread across my face, "Thank you." He nodded while he continued to smirk down at me causing me to blush harder.

He leaned down and gently kissed my cheek, "I'll see you later." The way he spoke was so seduction it made my stomach turn with butterflies.

I watched as he turned and walked out of the flat. I turned back to Kristina after shoving my phone into my back pocket in my jeans. She was sitting on the ottoman smiling at me. "You two are so cute together," She smiled.

"He's really amazing Kristina," I smiled widely. "I know the feeling. That's how I feel about John," She smiled sweetly.

"I'm happy for us. Also, it's funny if you think about it. We're best friends going out with best friends who live exactly one floor down from us," I giggled.

"That is a tad funny," She agreed.

There was a knock on the front foot which started both Kristina and I. We went to the sitting area and she opened the door while I sat on the couch. There stood John with a rose in his hand smiling sweetly over at Kristina. "Hey… This is uh… for you…" He stuttered but managed to smile and hand his little red rose over to Kristina.

She took it with a smile, "Thank you, John. That's very sweet of you." John replied with a shy smile and a slight blush creeping its way onto his face. He's such a nervous young man when he's around her - it's so cute!
"Well, we're going no. I'll be home late- oh wait, you're spending the night downstairs. Never mind then!" She giggled.

"Have fun you two!" I smiled at them.

"Bye!" They both turned and left the flat. I stood up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

I put on a pot of water to heat while I looked for a cup to use. The first cup my eyes landed on when I opened the cabinet was the cup my ex boyfriend gave me before I left for London with Kristina.

I picked up the cup and studied it. There was something carved into it which I hadn't noticed before… I squinted my eyes to read then gasped. On the cup read, "Jag Älskar Dig, Johanna 12/3" which means, "I Love You" in Swedish; then 12/3 - the day we first started going out - 12th of March.

Before I realized I was crying silently while the memories of being with him flooded back into my head.

His name was Rob. He was a year older than me but used to be in most of my classes every school year since sixth grade.

Rob has shortish black, spiky hair and milk chocolately brown eyes. He's taller than me by a good five inches(and has a body of a really sexy body-builder - but he's not ugly built… a good built).

I fell to my knees and silently wept into my hands. Two months ago I had gotten a call from his sister, Marie, saying that he had died in a car accident. I couldn't afford the money to buy a roundtrip plane ticket back to New York for his funeral. I know carry the guilty burden of not being able to say my goodbyes to him so I kept the things he had given me as a special token of our once seven year relationship.

Kristina didn't exactly approve of him back in New York because he used to have the title of a "player" and a "douche" but he was always respectful of me and never once had he cheated on me in the seven years we were together.

After a bit of convincing her, I finally got Kristina to approve… slightly… of him.

Once he died… I didn't have the happy energy I once did. For a good four months, I stayed in bed alone and refused to eat, go anywhere, do anything or even talk to everyone - except Kristina. She finally convinced me that things will get better and I can't stop my life because of this.

Why had I never noticed this inscription before? I normally notice small things like this…

I grabbed my phone to text Kristina but stopped. I didn't want to intrude on their first date… I squeezed it tightly while the anger inside of me started to grow.

I threw it at the window and it shattered into millions of little pieces. The shards of glass scattered everywhere and even cut me a little on the forearm. My phone flew into the brisk, outside air and down to the street below me.

I sat on the floor while tears of guilt, anger and sadness continued to silently make their way down my pink puffy cheeks.

The door to the flat flew open and Sherlock ran in.

"Johanna! What happened? Are you hurt!?" He questioned worriedly when he got down on his knees next to me. "Your arm, are you okay?"

"It's just… probably from New York… Don't worry about it. And yeah… I'm fine, just a scratch…" I said with a fake smile plastered on my face.

I told him I was okay because I didn't want him to worry… In my mind, I replied with, 'I'm crushed and broken.' But Sherlock could fix that… right?

I got up off the floor to my feet. My knee was in excruciating pain and I was filled to the brink with anger that I barely felt it. Part of me still wants Rob to be here with me but the rest of me craves Sherlock.

I suppose it's just one of those things which a person feels for her first love…

Sherlock pulled me into a tight hug, "Johanna, why are you crying? Was it something I did? Something Kristina or John did to you?"

I remained silent for a while contemplating whether or not I should tell him about Rob or not.

"Johanna…?" His voice was filled with hurt and worry. Just hearing his worry for me crushes me yet at the same time makes me feel a tad… special…

"When Kristina comes home with John… ask her… She'll know… It was a thing from New York…" I replied after wiping all my tears away.

He kissed the top of my head and held me close to him in a tight embrace.

My knee gave out under me and I collapsed down onto my knees making the pain unbearable. I screamed out loudly in pain as tears, once again, made their way down my cheeks.

Sherlock picked me up off the floor gently but quickly and walked me to my room. He laid me down on the bed and pulled the duvet up to my stomach. He sat down besides me and held my hand.

"Do you need anything? Water? Tear? Ice for your knee?" He offered.

"You just rhymed," I giggled, "but no, just you being here is perfect," I smiled up at him.

He smiled and kisses me gently - it was a sweet and gentle kiss.

"You, my dear, are perfect," he smiled and he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

I pulled the duvet back in the spot next to me and told him to lay down next to me. He subserviently got in next to me and I cuddled up to him despite the massive amount of pain I was in.

"Thank you, Sherlock… really… for everything. You're one of the best things that has happened to me," I smiled even though I wasn't facing him.

"You, also, are amazing, Johanna and don't ever let anyone tell you different. Okay?" He kissed the top of my head again. I smiled wider and nodded. I closed my eyes and we both ended up drifting off to sleep.

Hey guys sorry this took a while, I never had the time to type this up. I have it all written down in a book and it takes FOREVER to type. XD But anyways, I hope you like it. The chapters to come are my favourite. XD BUT ANYWHOOO - thanks for reading and leave a comment of what you think. Also, I wouldn't mind if you favourited the story… -cough cough- what? XD