"Stay still," Sherlock instructed Scarlett as she stood up from the sofa, about to move into the bathroom. She did as he had said and the next thing she felt was his hands on the back of the dress, pulling the hidden zip down before he pulled the material from her shoulders slightly.

"What are you doing?" she raised a brow and Sherlock gathered her hair into his hand and pushed it in front of her shoulder before his cold hands rested on her skin and he looked at the little piece of material sticking out from her pale skin.

"Considering that John is a doctor he did not notice the shard of glass which is stuck in your back," Sherlock told her and she sighed.

"Is it deep?"

"No," Sherlock replied and reached for the glass, quickly yanking it out as Scarlett's breath hitched slightly. Sherlock quickly reached for a tissue and began to mop up the blood which was seeping out as he felt Scarlett back closer to him so that she was lightly touching against him.

"You really should have phoned me," Sherlock told her, a deep sound of annoyance in his throat as she felt her hand lace into his free one.

"You were busy Sherlock," Scarlett whispered. "And besides…I had John and Sarah."

"But you're not married to them, are you?" he replied bluntly.

"And you're married to your work as much as you're married to me," Scarlett replied brashly.

"And to be the last to know that my own wife has been injured…" he shook his head. "It's just not acceptable."

"Well you know now," Scarlett replied. "Please Sherlock…I don't want to fall out with you and especially not on our wedding night."

"Fine," Sherlock replied and removed the tissue once the bleeding had stopped. "I won't argue…but I still want you to know that I'm not happy."

"It's over with now," Scarlett said. "We're fine…I'm fine…you're…wait…are you limping?" Scarlett raised a brow as she saw him hobble over to the bin and then try to straighten himself out whilst she looked at him.

"It was a misunderstanding," Sherlock shook it off.

"Who did you argue with?"

"Molly," Sherlock replied in a bitter tone. "I told her that…well…she was annoyed we got married."

"Oh," Scarlett replied giving a nod in understanding whilst Sherlock frowned.

"You understand?" he asked her and she nodded.

"Of course I do. She's annoyed that you married me because she has a crush on you," Scarlett shrugged. "As long as she doesn't come after me then I'm not bothered."

"And you think that because she likes me then that provides her with a valid reason to stand on my foot?" Sherlock checked.

"No," Scarlett replied. "But I can see why she is annoyed."

"Women," Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I shall never understand what goes through your brain at some times."

"And you never will," Scarlett kissed him lightly on the cheek before he grasped onto her wrist and drew her close to him.

"You know that as a vow I said I would protect you?" he checked with her. "Well I do believe I have currently been failing at that vow."

"You can't be with me twenty four seven," Scarlett frowned.

"No," he agreed. "But I can stop people hurting you."

"What are you saying?" Scarlett asked him, wondering if he was truly planning on dropping the case to stop people from coming after her. Would he prioritise her over his job?

"I'm saying that whilst I am working this case then I shall try and keep it all quiet. Only Lestrade shall know and that way they don't know I'm on it," Sherlock told her as if it were simple. Scarlett nodded once and then left for the bathroom, knowing that the thought that he should put her before work was one of complete and utter ludicrousness.

…..

Scarlett flicked the light switch on her bedside lamp to see Sherlock stood there, shrugging into his purple shirt as she sat up, pulling the covers over her as she went.

"So you now shag them then leave them?" she raised a brow and Sherlock rolled his eyes at her.

"You really do need to wash your mouth out," he told her. "It isn't an attractive quality."

"What part of me even thought that you would stay here on our wedding night?"

"The small part of you which contains optimism," Sherlock told her. "But don't worry; we'll soon have that part brushed from you."

"I don't know why I even try and be optimistic when you're around."

"On the bright side, being pessimistic means that it makes me seem better when I do something right…when you're optimistic you always have the high expectation," Sherlock told her and buttoned up his shirt.

"Where are you going?" she asked. "It's three in the morning…aren't you tired?"

"Unlike you our previous physical activity does not drain me."

"I am not drained!" Scarlett snapped. "Just really tired…"

"Same thing," he told her. "And my homeless network contacted me when you were sleeping. There has been another murder but one of them saw the man who left the club…they tracked down his address."

"No way," Scarlett shook her head. "You are not going there alone."

"I called John," Sherlock replied, slipping into his trousers.

"And I am sure he was more than willing to come with you," Scarlett replied dryly, knowing that he got off on the danger, no matter how many times he denied it.

"He sounded a little annoyed to begin with but he came round to the idea," Sherlock said. "Normal people don't appreciate being woken up early regardless of an adventure."

"An adventure?"

"I should say that it classes into the category of adventure," Sherlock nodded. "You go back to sleep…don't worry your pretty little head about this."

"Are you taking the piss?" she asked him, standing up with the sheet around her body as she began looking for clothes.

"Language," Sherlock warned her. "And you can drop the sheet. There's nothing I haven't seen before."

"And if you keep on annoying me like you are doing then you won't be seeing it for a long time," she promised him. "And I'm coming with you…"

"I would let you," Sherlock said and watched as she opened the wardrobe to find an empty space, "but I knew you'd want to come."

"Where…what…why…Sherlock!" she managed to snap at him. "Where are all my clothes?"

"I had to hide them," he said. "I knew you would want to come and I'm not allowing you to get into any more trouble."

"Because I haven't seen trouble before," she snorted and Sherlock sighed once.

"I promised in my vows to protect you…and I am doing just that."

"And I promised to protect you," Scarlett replied.

"And by staying here you do just that," he promised her and finally shrugged into his blazer before nodding at Scarlett.

"I'll be back later," he promised her. "And then I'll give you your clothes back."

"I'll come just in this," she warned him and he chuckled.

"I think you'd attract some odd stares," he called out as he moved down the hall and she followed him, nearly tripping over the white sheet.

"Where are they Sherlock?" she pleaded with him.

"Somewhere," he said. "Now go back to sleep and I'll be back soon." And then he slammed the door to 221B Baker Street shut.