Neither slept well that night. Both slept in their own beds. John felt so alone without Sherlock sleeping beside him, he was so used to having Sherlock there now, without him it felt like he had lost a limb, he could only feel a sense of panic. He didn't know where he stood with Sherlock now, it was if he was in no man's land, couldn't find his way back and any wrong move he would get blown to bits.

Sherlock lay in bed and stared at the blank white ceiling. He was missing something but what, he wasn't used to this feeling of uncertainty. He was Sherlock Holmes, he knew everything. This case was so simple, the answer was right there. So why couldn't he figure it out? What was he missing?

Whatever it was, why couldn't he figure it out? He was Sherlock Holmes for crying out loud.

The next day, Sherlock was pulling on his coat when Lestrade ran through the door. John made a mental note to ask Lestrade, that from now on, it was probably best if he knocked before coming in.

'The Adam's arrest was without a hitch. He is being questioned right now, reckon we have enough on him for a conviction'

'And you could have texted me this. Yet you are here, something is wrong'

'Another body has been found, same building as Coyle's. She was killed last night, when Adam's was in police custody. So either there were two murderer's striking in the same place or'

'Adam's is innocent' Sherlock interrupted.

'It could be a different man' John asked. Lestrade shook his head.

'You'll see when we get there, the crime scene, it's identical to Coyle's. Its the same guy Sherlock I know it. It wasn't Adams.'

'I need to see the murder scene' Sherlock was already running down the stairs, Lestrade and John following behind.

'Natalie Peirce. Husband is out of town for the week. Found strangled in the bedroom just like Coyle' Lestrade informed them as they stood outside the flat.

Walking in Sherlock was struck by just how similar the crime scene looked, Lestrade was right, they were identical. Breakfast had been laid out. Remains of dinner on the side. Body in the same only difference was that Peirce's flat looked lived in. It did not have the same impersonal, hotel room feel that Coyle's did.

'It's the same man. Whoever killed Coyle killed her.' Sherlock paced around. Looking at the body, looking round the flat.

'She had sex last night, possibly having an affair... She didn't know Coyle personally... Coyle didn't socialise with anyone. ...We are missing something, something important.'

Sherlock spent the entire day in the sofa. Head resting on his hands, nicotine patches littered his arms. Sherlock didn't speak to John all day, he tried to curl up next to Sherlock but he resisted. He tensed up at his very touch.

'I can't think John'

'You'll figure it out. You always do, Adam's was a logical suspect'

Sherlock threw his hands up in the air 'That's the thing John, I am supposed to go beyond logic, Lestrade would think it was Adams, and Lestrade is an idiot'

He hauled himself off the sofa and walked over to the window. Leaning his arm against it.

'I can't think John, I've missed something. I never miss anything. This is the first time, my brain has been clouded, and it's never clouded, not until this stupid infatuation.' Sherlock managed to stop himself. He held back and bit his tongue.

John walked over to where Sherlock was standing, squared up to him, 'Go on, say it, it wasn't till you started having feelings for me. That's what you meant to say isn't it. What because you have feelings for me you can't do the work'.

'You take up too much room in my brain John. I can't spare any thinking power.'

'Wait so this is my fault? You missed something because you were too busy thinking about me and you?' John was getting hysterical now, Sherlock just stood there. No emotion in his face whatsoever except pure contempt for John.

'There is no you and me John' He said in a cold, clinical voice.

'You cold hearted bastard' John was fighting back tears now. 'I get it now, you had time between cases, you were bored, Mrs Hudson wouldn't let you shoot holes in her walls so you decided to see if you could fuck John Watson. Then a new case came along and god forbid if anything got in the way of your work'

'My life is the work John. How many times do I have to tell you this? There is no room for anything else' Again he kept his voice calm and low.

'Well I hope you and your work are very happy together.' He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the flat.

Right, I'm just of to find myself a nice hiding spot. Again I will leave it there. Updates will be as soon as I can so keep your eyes peeled. xxxxx