John walked down the chilly street, his mind whirring as he tried to think who could have sent the rose. Of course, he still hadn't cross Sherlock off that list. The cursive writing was right up his street. The doctor walked into the clinic and walked up to the desk. Sarah sat with a mischievous smirk.
'What's so funny?' He asked in annoyance. She smirked even more.
'Sherlock called ahead, said you'd be here in a few minutes.' She answered. John scowled darkly and silently cursed the detective.
'So I guess you know why I'm here.' He muttered. She nodded.
'And no, I can't help you. I've asked round and no one here has sent anyone a rose. You will tell me when you find out who, yeah? Cos I really want to have a chat with the nutter.' She giggled. The soldier left the clinic without another word.
Back on the cold London streets, John muttered to himself. So it wasn't Sarah. Not that he had really expected it to be since her handwriting was awful. It also wasn't anyone else who worked at the clinic. Again, not that he expected it to be since he didn't really know any of the others that well, but now they all knew that he had a secret admirer. And that would put him down even further on the list of attractiveness. He was never going to get laid. Ever.
In Baker street, Sherlock Holmes chuckled to himself and picked up his phone again. He might not know who had sent John the endearing gift but that didn't mean he didn't know how the man was going to behave and where he was going to go next. With a sly chuckle, he pressed the call button and held the mobile to his ear.
The doctor reached Bart's and quickly made his way inside. The cabbie had been quite quick and so it had only taken him ten minutes. John walked down the corridors until he came across Molly. Who smiled knowingly. The soldier groaned.
'Let me guess. Sherlock told you.' He said bitterly. The woman nodded with a smile.
'And I'm afraid I can't help you either.' She replied. 'It's a bit silly really, this valentines thing. Not that I mind, after all, I got a box of chocolates this morning. Probably from the tutor who comes in twice a week, he's so sweet.' Molly said, still smiling. The doctor nodded and sighed. He was fast running out of ideas.
'Well I guess I'll be off then.' He muttered, leaving without waiting for her to reply.
Outside, John looked down the street and turned off to go to the park. The only other woman-bar his sister and Clara- that he had any contact with was Mycroft's assistant and there was no way that she was sending him a valentines anything. John was chuckling dryly to himself when an old woman approached him, holding a parcel.
'Young man, might you be Doctor John Watson?' She asked doubtfully. The soldier looked quizzically at her but replied with the affirmative. A worn smile brightened her features and vanquished the nervousness that was there before.
'Ah, good. See, I was told to give this parcel at this time to a Dr John Watson.' She said in relief. John raised an eyebrow but accept the package.
'Can I ask who?' The old woman smiled sweetly.
'Yes. A youngster who lives round my way. Lovely dark haired man.' Then the woman walked off. John nodded and looked down at the parcel before his mind suddenly clicked.
'Wait, man?' Put the woman had long since gone. The doctor held the light-pink box. Well, Shit.