After a moment or two of staring at the neatly wrapped package, John finally decided to open the thing. This time it was a box of chocolates, expensive ones at that. And a new note.

Rose a red,

Lily's a white.

Hell on fire,

And poems are shite.

I realise that you probably can't stand the soppy love poems, being the brave solider you are, but I couldn't help it. Enjoy the chocolates.

XxX

John couldn't help chuckling at the letter. He stood up and left to get a cab home. He racked his brains but couldn't think of any dark haired men that he knew of, apart from Sherlock and maybe Mycroft. God, Mycroft, now that was a scary thought.

Sherlock was waiting for him when he got back to 221b Baker Street, the huge grin clearly showed exactly what he was thinking.

'Don't say a word.' John snapped tiredly as he flopped down onto his chair with the box of chocolates.

'So it's a man, then.' Sherlock stated. 'Hmm, this is getting interesting.' The doctor glared at him. The detective walked over to his flatmate and skilfully pinched the box of chocolates out of his hands, turning it over to see all angles before eventually reading the note and freezing. John felt the chill in the room and was put immediately on edge.

'What?' He asked. Sherlock looked at him.

'I could be wrong.' He said. 'But I think I know who your secret admirer is.' his words were slow and deliberate. The soldier stared at him. Sherlock only used that tone of voice when he was talking about one certain person.

'Oh shit.' John gulped. The detective handed the chocolates back.

'Have you eaten any?' He asked. The doctor shook his head, not quite trusting himself to speak. His flatmate nodded once then turned round, clearly having better things to do with his time. John dragged his hands through his hair.

'What am I going to do?' He called to where Sherlock stood. The man turned round on his heels to face the blond doctor.

'Whatever you wish. People ignore unrequited Valentines day gifts all the time. It's entirely up to you. I'm sure you don't return the feelings, then again, emotions make humans do insane things all the time.' He replied, a quiver of amusement still lingering in his eyes. John narrowed his eyes at the consulting detective. He allowed the man to have his way with pretty much everything but that didn't mean he was going to allow him to insult his intelligence. The soldier's mind ran through various forms of payback but one stuck in his mind. He smiled darkly and rose from his chair, picking up his coat. The detective gave a quizzical look.

'You can't be serious.' He stated with a huff of a laugh. John gave him a completely emotionless glance.

'Watch me.' He declared.