It wasn't until five o'clock that Sherlock opened his eyes, having worked out the answer to the case. He was faintly surprised to find the flat dark, and hi eyes took a minute to adjust to the light. When he could see, he blinked and jerked backwards slightly.

For in front of him, bold as you please, was a large, pink, glittery sign. It was like a protest sign, with a picket, and rooted firmly in a special holder the woman had placed on the ground. His mind took all this in subconsciously as he stared at the wording on the sign. Written in bold lettering were the words 'Love John H. Watson'.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned away, snorting. It was then that he saw the kitchen table. It was covered in small muffins, or cupcakes or something. As he got nearer he saw that they were all hand-iced, mostly pink. Gay pride pink. Most had hearts on them, but several were arranged in a row, with letters on them that spelt out 'EMBRACE YOUR GAY'. Not even grammatically correct, he snorted as he went into his bedroom to get his coat.

He stopped just inside the door, and stared in shock at the floor. She had taken all his socks and placed them in front of his bed, again spelling out letters. This time, it was both messages, 'embrace your gay' and 'love John H. Watson'. Sherlock grabbed his coat and went back to the sofa, ignoring the socks. He'd come back to them later.

His phone dinged with a text.

Love John Watson! -MH

"Shut up, Mycroft," he growled, before settling back down on the couch.

o0o0o

An hour after the socks were discovered, John H. Watson himself walked through the door of 221B Baker Street. He stopped when he saw the sign and cupcakes. Sherlock's bedroom door was open, and he could see socks strewn about inside. Sherlock sat in the middle of it all, deep in his mind palace again.

John cleared his throat. "Well," he said, "I take it you had a visit from her as well."