It was around 9am when John entered the kitchen. Sherlock was already sitting at the breakfast table with his second coffee and the daily paper in his hand. He had not really slept, as so often. For far too long, he had to think about what Katie had said.

"Good morning," the blond said yawning as he entered the kitchen. John had his day off today.

"Good morning, sleep well?" Sherlock now asked. John was a little surprised at his friend's good mood.

"New case or why are you in such a good mood?", he replied slightly sceptically, scrutinising the detectives very closely.

But Sherlock didn't say anything, but held the newspaper even higher up in front of his face.

John had just poured himself a coffee and was now sitting opposite the detective. His eyes still fixed on Sherlock. He shook his head briefly, as if he was

want to wipe away thoughts and continued:

"What does our overnight guest actually do? Is she still sleeping?"

"I have no idea. About an hour ago, all I heard was that the TV was on.

"Ah okay. And you didn't even look at her or ask her if she wanted some breakfast as well?" the blond man now asked.

But Sherlock didn't say anything again, he just rolled his eyes annoyingly.

"Tell me, did you play your violin again tonight? But you already know that Katie is sleeping on the couch and she needs rest," he now reminded.

"She had asked me to, John" was the only thing he said.

But he didn't tell him anything about their nightly conversation. At least not yet.

"Okay, and in the meantime, have you been able to talk to her?"

But before the detective could answer, they suddenly heard soft whimpering from the room next door.

Both looked each other questioningly in the eyes before getting up, quietly pushing open the kitchen door and looking carefully around its corner.

There on the couch sat Katie. The blanket over her shoulders, her legs pulled against her body and crying. The news was on the television programme.

The newscaster was telling about a terrible incident that happened in Hyde Park the night before last. The police found a young man, dead. So far there is no trace of the perpetrators. However, they are certain (through the tip from a fellow citizen) that they belong to a foreign group.

"My brother", she whimpered. Tears were constantly running down her face.

John, who immediately knew what had happened, went to her immediately, sat down next to her and finally took her in his arms.

"Ssshhh," he said in a soothing tone, gently stroking her back.

"I... I remember everything again...My brother..." she continued whimpering "he took his own life to save mine! It is my fault that he is dead now!"

Now she couldn't hold herself back any longer and cried even harder into John's shoulder. John pulled her tighter and continued to stroke her back, reassuring her.

"It's not your fault. Never tell yourself that."

Sherlock, who couldn't cope with this outburst of emotion, just stood there in the room and looked frozen. He didn't know what to do or say in these situations without perhaps making it worse. Fortunately he had John. He always knows what to do in such moments, he thought as he kept staring at the two of them in front of him.

After John noticed that Katie was slowly calming down, he asked if she would like a calming cup of tea first.

Katie nodded, her eyes on the floor.

Just as he was about to head for the kitchen, he turned to Sherlock again.

"Talk to her," he whispered and then disappeared.

Now only the two of them were left in the room. Sherlock, the block of ice and Katie completely desperate and sad. He was still standing where he had been a few minutes ago, not knowing what to do now.

When suddenly Katie looked up, saw him and got up from the couch.

'Oh no, now she's getting away. I blew it,' he just thought.

But Katie didn't run out of the room. On the contrary, she moved towards Sherlock. As she stood in front of him, she looked deep into his eyes once more and then wrapped her arms around him.

Sherlock was still frozen. He seemed nervous and stiffened up more and more.

"Just let it happen," Katie said in a reassuring tone.

Sherlock, slowly relaxing, took another deep breath before also putting his arms around the small, petite person holding him and pulling them tighter. And there it was again. That strange feeling.

Katie, who had laid her head on his chest, could clearly hear his heartbeat. He was nervous but somehow this pounding sound in his chest calmed her down.

John, who had just come out of the kitchen, paused abruptly and watched this heart-warming scene appear before him. He smiled and seemed happy for his friend. Yes, this woman was special and apparently awakened a side in Sherlock that had previously been deeply hidden.

He watched the two of them for a moment before deciding not to spoil this special moment for them and quietly went back into the kitchen. There he closed the door again as carefully as possible and sat back down at the table with a cup of tea.

For a while the two of them had been standing arm in arm in the room. Neither of them seemed to want to end this as quickly as possible. Sherlock relaxed more and more and enjoyed the warmth that she radiated and that spread within him. Katie knew she couldn't expect more from the detective. But did she want more at all? After all, she knew nothing about things like love and being in love. But in his arms she felt safe and secure. She had to admit to herself that she felt something for this detective.

Finally, after a few minutes, she suddenly raised her head and looked into his eyes again. Only now could she really see his eyes. These beautiful eyes, which appeared green or blue depending on the incidence of light. There was now so much warmth in them and a small part of...was it astonishment?

Yes, Sherlock was amazed. Amazed at what was happening here and what he felt.

Silently, almost whispering, she turned to him: "You...you saved my life. Again. And this time... this time I thank you for it!" and smiled slightly to him.

But Sherlock said nothing. He kept looking into her eyes. Then he carefully put his hands to her cheeks and gently brushed the last tears from her face with his thumbs. He noticed that her pupils were visibly dilated and her breathing quickened before he slowly bent down towards her. Just before her lips could meet, she suddenly recoiled a little.

This time it was him calming her, his face still close to hers:

"Just let it happen!"

And then he put his lips on hers. He knew that it was hard for her to let herself fall. He wanted to put as much feeling as he could into that kiss.

Katie was surprised at his reaction, yet she was grateful to him for it. She felt a strange tingling in her stomach, was it those so-called butterflies in your stomach that you feel when you are in love?

Yes. Katie felt something for this man. She finally had to admit that to herself. She was in love. But she also knew that he could never feel that way. So she decided to just savour the moment. She felt safe.

Her hands finally found their way to his neck and pulled him closer. Sherlock, surprised by her gesture, put his hands around her waist and pulled them tightly against her body. Then he asked to be let in with his tongue, which Katie was only too happy to grant him. The kiss became increasingly intense. For both knew that they had found each other someone they could let themselves fall with.

Neither of them thought of stopping, but a quick clearing from the corner suddenly scared them apart.

"Oh excuse me. I didn't mean to disturb you" pointed to both of them "but I think you two might be interested", John said embarrassedly, holding his mobile phone in the air.

Sherlock, who was still pulling Katie and holding her by the waist, now looked at John. Katie looked more towards the floor. She was visibly uncomfortable.

"That... That was just Lestrade," he stammered still embarrassed.

He had just disturbed them both at an intimate and apparently special moment for Sherlock.

"He said that they were at the address Katie gave us and that they found three men of foreign descent there Dead. Shot in the head with velvet."

When Katie heard this, she thought it was finally over and breathed a sigh of relief. And as if Sherlock could read her thoughts, he looked down at her for a moment and smiled encouragingly.

"So what?" asked Sherlock, holding Katie, unknowingly, still firmly in his arms.

John cleared his throat briefly before continuing:

"And...inside one of the men was a knife. Right in the heart. And on this one a note. On this one it said:

This was only the beginning, Mr. Holmes. You'll hear from me!

"Moriarty?" Katie whispered to him.

Sherlock, who had heard this, glanced at Katie in horror.

"What did you just say?"

"My brother said that the men were working for a man called Moriarty. He must have killed them," she finally explained.

Sherlock's face lit up more and more.

"He's back!"

Then he turned, grinning, to his friend, who returned his gaze slightly annoyed and both at the same time:

"The game is on!"

The end?

So, that was her. My first FF. I would never have thought at the beginning that it would be so long after all. :D I hope you liked it. And who knows, maybe I will write a second part ;)

I would be glad about your comments or thoughts about it :) And sorry again, if the translation was not that good.