I walked back to his room to grab my shower things and then into his bathroom. I showered quickly and walked back into his room in my dressing gown, a towel wrapped around my hair. I grabbed clean clothes and put them on. I braided my hair before walking back out into the kitchen. I grabbed my coffee from the table and walked back out to the living room. Sherlock was sitting on the back of his chair starting at the space over the fireplace, his chin resting on his hands, his feet on the seat of the chair. There was a map of London laid out across the desk. I looked over to where he was looking to see papers hanging all over the space about the fireplace.

"I was only gone about ten minutes," I said surveying his mess. He looked at me briefly before his eyes flicked back to the wall. I heard footsteps coming up the steps and voices talking.

"Sherlock, did you break the doorbell again?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she walked in. "Well that took him long. Where's Charlie?"

"Right here," I said walking farther out into the room. George was standing in the doorway. "Hi George."

"Hey Charlie, Sherlock." Sherlock was quiet. I rolled my eyes at him. It seemed to be a normal occurrence around him. "Here's the papers," he said holding them out for me.

"Thanks George. Come, sit in the kitchen and I'll call," I said. Mrs. Hudson took him into the kitchen. I walked over to Sherlock and poked him. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Phone please."

"Pocket."

I reached into his dressing robe pocket and grabbed my phone. I walked out to the kitchen and sat down looking for the number I needed to dial in the paperwork. Luckily the phone call didn't last long. Mrs. Hudson made tea for everyone as George and I discussed the pub. Insurance was meeting us there the day after Camille's funeral.

"What time is that tomorrow…?" I asked playing with the end of my braid.

"Ceremony at 10 followed by the wake," George sighed. "You want the car to pick you up here or at your place?"

"Probably here," I replied. "I just need to go to my place and get a dress."

"Ok," George answered. "I'll talk to Mary then. The car is going to take the three of us if that's ok. I don't want you going by yourself."

"That's fine."

"Ok, well," he said standing up. "I thank you for the tea and I shall see you in the morning."

"Thanks for everything George," I said getting up and giving him a hug.

"Anytime sweets," he answered. Mrs. Hudson walked him out. I sighed as I sat back down in the chair.

"Are you ok?" I heard Sherlock ask quietly from his perch.

"Yea."

"I don't believe you," he replied. "Come over here and sit."

"But I just sat down here."

"Please."

"Ugh…frustrating," I mumbled.

"We're going to have that conversation again?" Sherlock chuckled as I sat down in the chair that he was perched on the back of. He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently, I Leaned back to rest on him. "You sure you're alright?"

"No, but like you said, if I don't start acting like I am, I never will be."

"I knew you'd start listening to me sooner or later."

"You're not always right you know," I said.

He tugged my braid, "Just keep telling yourself that."

"You're going to come tomorrow, right?" I asked quietly.

"Do you want me to?" I turned in the chair and brought my knees up to kneel on the cushion between Sherlock's legs. I wrapped my arms around his waist and tucked my head into his chest. I closed my eyes as I breathed in his scent as he wrapped an arm around me. "I will take that as a yes then."

"If you don't mind," I mumbled.

"For you? Never." I looked up at him. He was watching me carefully. He gave me a small smile and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Now if you don't mind. I'm going to go change now."

"Ok," I said moving to let him get off the chair. I sat back down in the chair and looked at the papers hanging over the mantel. Sherlock came back out a few minutes later, black slacks and a light blue dress shirt. He stood in front of me and held out his hands. I put my hands in his and he pulled me up and into his arms, kissing me.

"So there's a method to your madness, yea?"

"What madness are you talking about?" he chuckled.

"The mess on the wall," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes at me, "Yes. So you want to go to your flat at some point then?"

"Please," I said.

"Well lets go then," he said kissing me again. He handed me my coat and shrugged on his own before tying his scarf.

When we got to my flat, I walked back to my room and went through my closet for my simple black dress and boots. I was not looking forward to wearing it, not in the least. I was glad to know Sherlock was going to be there so I had someone to hold on to. Mary and George could only get me so far and I think because of the fact I they knew Camille made it worse for me. It's hard to explain, but because I didn't tie Camille with Sherlock, the two never having met, it was easier for me to accept the fact I was never going to see her again. I packed up and walked back out to my living room where Sherlock was waiting patiently.

"Ready?" I nodded. "Have anything else you'll need?"

"I'm good. Oh," I said a thought coming, "Would you mind if we stopped by the market? I figured I'd cook something for dinner if that's ok."

"Ok."

"Thanks. One more thing," I said putting down my bag and running back to my room. I grabbed my laptop off my dresser and wrapped up the cord. Depending how long I was going to be at John and Sherlock's, I'd need something to entertain myself with.

"You are sure you have everything now?" Sherlock chuckled as I adjusted the strap for my laptop case on my shoulder.

"Yes."

"Let's go," he chuckled grabbing my bag and putting the strap on his own shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips before we left my flat. After a quick trip to the market, we were back at his flat. Sherlock resumed his surveillance of his 'mess' while I started cooking dinner. I heard him mumbling to himself a few times, but nothing distinct so I chose to ignore it. As I was chopping the vegetables I had gotten, he almost made me lose a thumb. "HA!"

"Hello, using a sharp object in here!" I yelled out to him. "Doing things that make me jump while doing so is normally not a good idea unless you want me to lose a finger."

"But you didn't," he said back. I heard things bang and rustling of paper. "I'm taking John out after he comes back."

"What about dinner?" I asked standing in the archway to look at him, the knife still in my hand.

"He can eat when he comes back."

"Do you really have to leave right away? It'll be cold by the time you both get back."

"But I figured something out."

"Good for you. You get a cookie." He gave me a weird look. "Dinner will be done soon, I think you can wait until after we've eaten, and yes you're eating too." He glared at me. "Please."

"Fine," he scoffed.

"Thank you. Now refrain from any more loud noises until the knife is in the sink please," I said walking back out to finish dinner.

John came home just as I was draining the pasta. He walked into the flat, saw Sherlock sulking on the couch, "You didn't start shooting the wall again did you?"

"No. I was told no loud, surprising noises while someone is cooking," he grumbled.

"Ah, I thought I smelled something delicious," John said walking out to the living room. "What's for dinner?"

"Um, sautéed veggies over pasta," I said stirring the veggies one last time. "Grab a plate and serve yourself. It's ready."

"Wonderful. I'm starved," he said smiling at me.

I walked out to the living to see Sherlock laying face up on his couch staring at the ceiling. "Foods ready."

"Not hungry."

I crossed my arms across my chest and went to stand over him. I looked down at him and glared, "You are eating."

"That look will only work so often."

"Oh really?" I scoffed. He gave me a small smile before I unfolded my arms and moved to straddle him on the couch. He gave me a bewildered look as I leaned down to kiss him, biting his bottom lip gently in the process. I didn't let it last long before I stopped abruptly and jumped off him.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"You want that to continue, you're eating when I tell you to," I said giving him an evil smile and with a sway of my hips, walked back out to the kitchen to dish out my own plate. John was chewing his food, trying to hide the fact he was blushing. "Alright?"

"Um yea…" he answered. "Were you just trying to seduce him into eating?"

"Yup," I replied. Sherlock stomped out to where we were standing and I smiled at John, "Looks like it worked."

"You're a miracle worker if you ask me," John chuckled.

"Good thing no one is," Sherlock added. "By the way, John, I need your help with something."

"What?" John asked as he started digging into his plate.

"I have to go check something out and I need your assistance."

"What are we checking out?"

"A lead I may have on Charlotte's case."

"I thought Charlie's case was closed?" John asked giving him a confused look.

"There's more to it. I told you, Moran was involved. I might have found a lead but I need to go check it out. I would like if you could assist."

"Fine, yea, whatever," John huffed. "You're just lucky I moved all my appointments for tomorrow already. This isn't going to be a normal thing, right?"

"Why'd you move all your appointments?" I asked, cutting whatever response Sherlock was going to make. He glared at me.

"So I can come to the funeral. Mary said it was tomorrow," he said.

"John, you don't have to. Why is it everyone I just met feels they have to come?" I sighed.

"Because you are a very likeable person and I'm sure that if John does not go, any chance of respect or chance with Mary will go out the window so to speak," Sherlock rattled off. John and I both looked at him. "What?"

"The first part of that may be true, but you really think that low of me that the only reason I would go to a funeral was so I could get off with a girl? Really?"

"You've taken them to the boring cinema already, why not a funeral?" I placed my fork down and turned to look at him.

"Uh Sherlock…" John muttered glancing at me nervously. I could feel my nostrils flaring. Sherlock looked between us seeing the looks on both of our faces.

"Not good?"

"No, not good," John agreed. I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms across my chest. "Apologize."

"John, I don't need you to tell me when to apologize."

"Apparently you do since you still need to point out when you've said something socially inappropriate. If I were you, I would do it soon," John said nodding at me.

"Sorry…" Sherlock said glancing at me quickly.

"Whatever," I huffed pushing away from the table and getting up. I walked back to his room and shut the door, not wanting to be bothered. It was hard to say what I was feeling at this point. I was anxious about the next day and I had been warned about Sherlock's lack of social graces so I shouldn't be as upset as I was about what he said. I knew somewhere in my head that he hadn't meant it like it sounded. I changed into my pajama bottoms and laid back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

The door creaked opened and I turned to look, knowing who it was. Sherlock looked at me, "John and I are leaving."

"Ok."

He walked more into the room, his hands shoved into his pants pockets, "John yelled at me. I told him I warned you about my social graces."

"Yea, I know," I sighed.

"He said you might be upset." I was quiet. "Are you?"

I rolled on my side and looked at him, "To be honest, I'm not sure."

"Ok. I am sorry."

"Sherlock, it's fine," I sighed. "When will you be back?"

"I'm not sure," he sighed. "Depends how long it takes to check up on my thought."

"You going to tell me your thought?"

"Maybe after the funeral, I don't want to upset you anymore than need be. You're going to have a rough enough day tomorrow so as it is."

"You'll be there for it right? You'll be back in plenty of time?"

"I don't see any reason why not," Sherlock replied. He leaned down and kissed me. "Don't do anything dumb while I'm not here to keep an eye on you."

"I think I may just roll over and go to sleep."

"It's early though. Go watch mindless telly at least."

"Ok bossman," I chuckled rolling off the bed. He let me walk by him and smacked me on the rear as I walked by. "Really?"

He smirked at me as he followed me out to the living room. John was waiting with his jacket on.

"Be careful boys," I said as they left. I sat down in Sherlock's chair and curled up, turned on the tv.