Hi guys. Here is a story with my two favourite TV shows. This my first story for both of them so please read and review with anything you would like to say. Thanks for reading. :)

Sherlock stared out of his window. He had been waiting all day but nothing had happened. He had solved all cases from his window. True most of them had been easy to solve or could be passed on to Lestrade to look at. Watson kept checking up on him but put it down to Sherlock having something in his mind. He knew not to bother Sherlock when he was in this mood. However, it was getting late and both of them needed rest for the next day.

"Sherlock?" Watson asked, walking up to him.

"Mmm." Sherlock answered.

"It's getting late."

"Mmmm."

"I was just thinking we might want to get some sleep."

"What for?" Sherlock finally said.

"For the investigations we could get tomorrow."

"You can go. I'll stay here." Sherlock said bluntly.

"What are you looking at?" Watson said chuckling.

"I'm not looking at anything!"

"Then why are you looking out of the window?!"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Who would come at this time of night?!" Watson said, shrugging.

"He promised he would come one day." Sherlock said quietly.

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It obviously does. Otherwise you wouldn't stay here all day!" Watson said walking away.

Sherlock looked back at Watson. Maybe Watson was right for once. If he was coming then he would have been here by now. Maybe he should get some rest, if he did the person might be there the next morning.

"Alright Watson. I give in, let's get some sleep." Sherlock said looking back at the window one last time.

"You sure?" Watson asked.

"Yeah." Sherlock said walking up to his room.

Watson could sense the defeat in him. Watson didn't sense it very often but tonight was different. It was like someone had let Sherlock down and no one would do that!

"Sherlock?" Watson said, turning back to his friend but he was already gone.

Watson looked out of the window one last time and then made his way to bed. On his way he heard sighing and mumbling coming from Sherlock's bedroom. Whoever had not come that night had obviously been important to Sherlock.

0000

The next morning, Sherlock was unusually quiet. Watson tried to read his paper but kept an eye on what Sherlock was doing. Sherlock was just sitting there, quiet as a mouse. Even though Watson hated being quizzed by Sherlock every morning, he missed the morning mood from Sherlock. He usually had something to say even if it was just a mumble in Watsons direction every now and then.

"Morning boys." Mrs Hudson's voice broke the silence.

Sherlock didn't say anything.

"Something wrong with him?" Mrs Hudson asked Watson.

"I don't know. Someone was supposed to come and see him last night."

"And?" Mrs Hudson enquired.

Watson shook his head. Mrs Hudson sighed, no one would be able to get a peep out of Sherlock for now. Mrs Hudson had seen it so many times before.

"Any post?" Watson asked her to change the subject.

"Umm.. Just this." Mrs Hudson said, passing Watson an envelope.

"That's weird. Only the one?"

"Seems so." Mrs Hudson said, still staring at Sherlock.

Watson looked at the envelope. It was to Sherlock but Watson could sense that Sherlock didn't want it at the moment. He put it to one side as he picked up his paper again.

"Is there anything I can do?" Mrs Hudson asked Sherlock.

"Just leave him for a bit." Watson answered for him.

Mrs Hudson went to say something but thought better of it and just nodded. She walked backed into the kitchen to leave the boys be. Watson looked over to Sherlock.

"Are you going to be like this all day?" Watson finally picked up the courage to ask.

Sherlock just looked down at his breakfast. Watson was really getting worried now. Sherlock usually came back with a quick quip at the least. No quick quip only happened when something really bad was happening inside Sherlock's head.

"You in?" Anderson's voice came rattling through the apartment.

Sherlock tutted. Watson smiled a little when he did this. The normal Sherlock was in there somewhere.

"Come up Anderson!" Watson shouted down.

Sherlock stared at Watson. Watson just smiled as Andersons footsteps came up the stairs.

"Anderson!" Watson said happily to wind Sherlock up even more.

"Watson, Sherlock." Anderson nodded.

Sherlock leant back in his chair. He could tell that Anderson was going to be here for a while. Just after breakfast wasn't the best time to see Anderson but Sherlock let him stay for the sake of it.

"Sit down." Sherlock finally sighed as they walked into the living room.

Watson cheered inside to see Sherlock a little back to normal. Well as normal as Sherlock can be. Watson sat down in the armchair with Anderson sitting in the chair for interrogation. Sherlock stood standing at the window but not looking out of it like he was last night.

"So Anderson what brings you here this morning?" Watson asked Anderson.

"It's about Lestrade actually." Anderson replied.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other.

"What do you mean it's 'about Lestrade'?" Sherlock quizzed Anderson.

"I mean, he noticed that you weren't very aware yesterday. He sent me around to see what I can do." Anderson said looking Sherlock straight in the eye.

"I wasn't very aware?!" Sherlock laughed.

"Yeah well that's what he said." Anderson shrugged.

Sherlock just laughed it off. Watson looked at him but carried on quizzing Anderson further.

"Was there anything else?" Watson asked.

"Yeah there was actually." Anderson carried on.

"Thank the Gods!" Sherlock whispered under his breath.

"Lestrade wanted me to ask you if either of you two knew about this." Anderson said getting something out of his pocket.

"About what?" Sherlock asked.

Anderson found the thing he was looking for and passed it to Watson. Watson looked at it. A small knife with an inscription that Watson couldn't make out. Watson shook his head.

"I don't recognise it. Sherlock?" Watson asked, passing it back to Sherlock.

Sherlock took it. He looked at it intently and then passed it back to Anderson.

"Nope. Don't recognise it at all." Sherlock obviously lying.

"Well that's all then." Anderson said putting it back in his pocket and standing up from the chair.

"Thanks for coming round." Watson said, shaking Andersons hand.

"Why did Lestrade send you anyway?" Sherlock asked before Anderson left.

"He said it wasn't his department to come round at this hour." Anderson joked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as Anderson went down the stairs. Watson waited until he heard the door shut and turned to Sherlock.

"You recognised the knife didn't you?" Watson asked Sherlock.

"No I didn't." Sherlock said in disgust.

"Then how come you looked at it so intently then?!" Watson kept on.

"It was a knife, I wanted to see why Anderson might have it." Sherlock answered quickly.

Watson took that answer. Sherlock turned back to the window, had one last look and went back to the kitchen table. Watson also looked out of the window. Who was Sherlock waiting for?!