I couldn't wait to continue the story since there's a bit of conflict between Rachel and Sherlock so I immediately began writing again! Sherlock isn't used to apologies, so let's see how everything goes... Enjoy :)

John had sent me a text that really confused me and I don't really like the feeling of confusion before I've had my first cup of coffee. John was never one for anything weird but his text was plain bizarre.

Found something on your doorstep. Come and have a look

-JW

I immediately got dressed and made my way towards the door. It was a bit dark outside. Must be really early. So why did John text me? I turned the knob and something hit the ground as soon as I opened the door. There was a groan of pain and a chuckle. I found John, leaning against the wall in front of my door. I also found a mass of black and dark blue, a few curls sticking out here and there.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Found him asleep on your doorstep" John said, pointing to Sherlock who was sprawled on the floor, clutching his head. He must have been leaning against the door if he fell as soon as I opened it.

"He was sleeping?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"I'm right here" Sherlock pointed out.

"John, please tell him I won't be talking to him" I said as politely as I could, stepping over Sherlock and closing the door to my flat. There was more knocking on the door as I slipped into my jacket and grabbed my bag. I laced my combat boots and walking towards the door. Knowing Sherlock was bound to fall again, I stepped aside as I opened the door. He stumbled as I walked out of my flat, closing the door behind me.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Sherlock asked, tailing after me like a lost puppy. I walked out of the building and into the slightly cold street. Sherlock was at my heels as I walked down the street.

"Fine, don't talk then. Let me explain at least" Sherlock said. I ignored him and kept walking.

"Rachel, please listen" He pleaded as he stopped walking. I froze at the tone of his voice. He seemed... hurt. I shook my head and kept walking. No, I wasn't going to give in that easily.

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I don't know exactly where I was going, but I ended up sitting in a cafe with Scott. I seemed to be spending more and more time with him. I'm happy that we're bonding so well! Scott decided that we we're not to talk about Sherlock so he decided to tell me how he got a promotion. He's a field journalist now, just like me. We sat in that cafe for hours, just talking about anything that crossed our minds. Finally, Scott got a call and had to leave, so I decided I better head home.

I was relieved to see that Sherlock was not sitting at my doorstep, again. Instead, there was a single rose under my door.

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It has been 4 days since the Irene Adler case was closed. That's 4 days of Sherlock sitting on my doorstep, waiting for me to open the door and let him explain. That's 4 days of ignoring Sherlock. That's 4 roses that I found under my door when Sherlock wasn't sitting there. John had insisted I talk to Sherlock, and I want to, I just don't know what to say. Maybe I can just walk up to him and say "Hey! You said love is a chemical defect, meaning our relationship is over, let's get coffee!". If only it we're that simple. John found the little conflict between Sherlock and I amusing. He stated that we we're acting like 'pissed off teenagers'. And maybe we we're, but that doesn't mean anything is going to change.

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I've resorted to roaming the streets of London until nightfall. It's amazing how long I've lived here and never really paid attention to the things I saw. Sherlock was right: We see but we do not observe. Bloody stupid git, why did he always have to be right about everything? I wonder if what he said at Mycroft's office was even true... Maybe he just said it to prove that he's clever enough to unlock the camera phone? We're those words even directed towards both Irene and I? These questions have been burning away at my mind since I stormed out of the office. The sound of thunder shook me from my reverie. If this wasn't London, I would have found it extremely odd that it kept raining every 2 days.

I didn't mind a bit of rain, but as it poured down upon me, I regretted not bringing an umbrella. It was extremely dark and with the help of rain, blurry as well. The light yellow spots of street lamps we're barely visible through the thick rain drops. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat and kept walking down down the dark street, heading back to Baker Street. Obviously there was no one outside, why would anyone be out and about in rain like this? So why did I hear footsteps hitting the wet pavement? I glanced behind me but there was no one there. I turned around and spotted a dark shape coming my way. As soon as I caught sight of the blue/green eyes, I huffed and turned on my heel, walking away. Why does he keep doing this? I turned the corner and reached Baker Street. I could make out the warm glow from the windows through the rain.

"Rachel!"

I ignored him and kept walking. The footsteps quickened and suddenly someone was holding my arm, preventing me from walking away. He let go of my arm as I turned around. It was hard to glare at Sherlock with the rain and all, but I tried my best to glare daggers at him.

"Just listen, please" Sherlock said, giving me a pleading look. Might as well listen to what the idiot has got to say.

"I understand I hurt you-"

"Do you now?"

"Yes I do. But what I said, I didn't mean it. At least not directed towards you. Everyone might think I'm cold and emotionless, I am but I still have emotions, I just- I don't know how to express them! That's called being a bloody sociopath, by the way. But I really am sorry. I don't deserve your forgiveness but you need to know that I am deeply sorry and I regret anything I said or did" Sherlock said all too quickly, stuttering here and there. I watched him curiously, waiting for him to shout "NOT!" any second. But he remained quiet, observing me.

"Thank you for that apology. I'll be going then" I stated, turning on my heel and walking away before I gave into the look. How could I not? He just looks so lost and frankly adorable with that look in his beautiful eyes and the way his curly locks framed his handsome face. Damn it, he's done it again.

"Rachel!" Sherlock called, a bit of hurt in his voice. I kept walking, puddles splashing at my feet with each step. I was about to walk past Speedy's cafe when 3 little words stopped me.

"I-I love you!"

Words are just words. But if you put meaning and emotion into them, they can be so much more. Everybody says those 3 little words at least once everyday, either to your family, or other loved ones. Most of the time, you don't mean it, it's just automatic like telling you mum 'I love you' after your finish talking on the phone with her. But once in a while, sometimes even once in a lifetime, 3 words can change a lot, if you put the right meaning into them.

Maybe Sherlock didn't know how to express emotions, he was a sociopath after all, but that doesn't mean he didn't know what the meaning behind his words was. Maybe he deemed it better to hide emotions, but in 3 words, I heard all the emotions that he had kept bottled up. One of them being love.

I turned around and looked at Sherlock. I expected to see a confident smile on his face, like he just achieved his goal of finally showing emotions. All I saw was a man so broken most would find terrifying.

"I love you" His tone was a bit softer, as he walked towards me. I could see it in his eyes that he truly meant it.

"I didn't know Sherlock Holmes was capable of love" I said. Sherlock smirked that half smirk of his.

"There are some exceptions" He admitted. We we're a few feet apart.

"What might they be?" I asked curiously. Now, we we're a few inches apart.

"You"

What ever I was going to say, well I must have forgot it because I was completely focused on the fact that I was a bit busy kissing Sherlock Holmes. Ha, never thought I'd say that. The whole kissing in the rain thing was so cliche, but I didn't care because I'd gotten my Sherlock back.

We just stood there, in front of Speedy's cafe, kissing (quite passionately), and not caring about the icy rain biting our skin. It was quite romantic actually, unless John was filming everything or something to show to the whole of Scotland Yard. I really hope he wasn't.

"Am I forgiven?" Sherlock asked as we parted.

"I'll think about it" I said, kissing his cheek. He chuckled and nodded.

"Shall we go home now? I don't exactly fancy wet clothes" Sherlock admitted. Yeah, everything is back to normal. Who am I kidding, when have the residents of Baker Street ever been normal?

This was sort of a fluffy filler chapter because I'm out of inspiration (blame writer's block). I start school tomorrow, but luckily, it's only a half day so I might be able to update. I really hope you guys liked this chapter! Your reviews make me smile when I read them so keep the reviews coming!