Bated by CrazySockGirl.

The Needy Client

"Victoria, what the hell do you think you are doing pulling me away from a...client?" Sherlock asked his sister furiously once he got in the car, only then noting the presence of his older brother. Sherlock had hoped his sister would not use her power to this extent, though if he was being honest with himself, he shouldn't have expected anything less.

"I was hoping, Sherlock, that you could tailor some clothes of mine before I head back to London, you're the best dear brother." Victoria said eyebrows raise.

"Yes, yes, Angelo told me you did, frankly I found the whole thing with the cat was a bit much, and if that was the only reason, I want to know why is he here?" Sherlock said pointing at the other man in the car, "I suppose the cat got to all of your drapes and pillows and you need your house redesigned as well?" Sherlock was thoroughly displeased to see his brother. They kept their distance the way they should, and could, and that suited them both just fine.

"Actually, that is one of the reasons he's here."

"One?"

"The other reason is to help interrogate you, as our dear sister put it. I personally could care less about what you do in your spare time. It is none of my business." Mycroft looked at his sister, seemingly to try and get out of the situation.

"He's your brother Myc, it is your job to stick your big nose where it doesn't belong. It's my job as older sister and head of the Holmes family, when Mother and Father are out of country, to stay up to date with what you both are doing. Now Sherlock, what is it about this John Watson that has you so intrigued?" His sister asked in the nicest voice she could muster, but it was clear Sherlock had no choice but to answer. Very few could argue with Victoria Holmes without ending up in a corner licking their wounds and looking like a beaten puppy.

"If you want to know, dear sister, you will have to wait till I finish your clothes, after all you know how I need to stay focused whilst I work. Maybe you can have Mycroft start plans on your house while I do what I do best."

They had now arrived at their destination and Sherlock set to work on his sisters clothing, prolonging the process as long as he could in order to cause his sitter tardiness if possible. He was not ready to discuss John, and he was not going to be forced to do so.

John Watson was a man who understood the necessity of being called to work on short notice, being a former physician, he was used to how demanding a job could be. Calls at four in the morning to help deliver a baby or do an emergency amputation, he would be silly to not understand. Despite this he was still upset at not having been able to finish his..., what was he to call that? At first he would have just called it dinner, but he felt like there was more to it than that. It felt like a date. He knew that considering his behavior in the restaurant, some people might think John was completely against the idea. But as he thought about it, and as he thought about Sherlock, John became certain the dinner was in fact a date. Then it hit John that in a fortnight he would be having another one with the same man. When he came to this realization, ten minutes from his house, he had to stop and pull over his bike. The feeling that had rushed through him threatened to make him crash his bike, but he could not wipe the smile off his face. John could not remember the last time he had felt this way for a person, or if he ever had. All he knew was that he felt this way because of Sherlock Holmes, his Tailor.

Over the two weeks leading up to their makeup brunch, Sherlock and John hardly had a thought go through their mind that did not involve the other. For the first time, John was happy he was no longer a practising physician. It was possible he would have gone off into dreamland while operating on a patient, now all he had to worry about was running into trashcans, or lamp posts.

Sherlock on the other hand, had to start writing down random sets of numbers in order to keep it all straight in his head. He found it odd that he was not upset about this. Normally, he would avoid anything that would make him less efficient at his job or force him to do it in a different way than he is used to, but John, is all the reason Sherlock could come up with for it not being a problem.

In fact, neither of the two men found any fault in not being focused on what they were doing unless it involved the one person who consumed the majority of their thoughts. The only issue they found was that they never specified whether they were to meet at 221B or Angelos'. They both figured that it would be at 221B, but were afraid the other was thinking Angelo's. Sherlock and John were both busy, so just dropping by was out of the question, but before John could figure out how to contact Sherlock without disturbing him, he ran into Mrs. Hudson at, Greg's, now only Greg's, fabric shop.

"Mrs. Hudson, Hi, I don't know if you rember me or not I'm-"

"John. How lovely it is to see you again. Sherlock will be ever so displeased he decided to let me come here instead of himself. Oh well, how are you dear?" Mrs. Hudson replied. She was just as friendly with him now as she was when Sherlock was around.

"Yes, nice to see you too. I've been well, um sorry, what do you mean he will be upset? Why would he be upset?"

"Well because you're here. He's been muttering under his breath about you nonstop since you and he had dinner. He has also been fretting a bit about if you realized you would be meeting at his house. I was just about to go do the shopping for it after this, would you like to accompany me?"

"Um, sure Mrs. Hudson. Let me just tell Greg that I'll meet him at the pub tonight. I'll be right back." John wasn't sure what to do with this new information. Sherlock had been worrying about the same things John had. This just made John even more nervous for what was to happen in two days.

He also had to console Greg to an extent about his wife leaving him. Greg didn't seem all that upset really, but John knew that he must be, after all they had been together almost 15 years. After informing Greg of the change in plans, John and went shopping.