Of course it couldn't have gone as planned. Attempted murder, the capture of a killer and near panic attack on my part made for our usual, ridiculous day to day lives. John wasn't overly amused, but all's well that ends well, don't they say.

Sherlock smiled as Mary and John went of to dance. He looked around but left the room via the glass door into the gardens. I had been standing at the opposite side of the room but as soon as I saw Sherlock leaving, I made my way through the crowd after the consulting detective. As he went into the garden, Sherlock picked up the coat and scarf he had left at the door. I walked into the garden after Sherlock, watching as he pulled on the coat and wrapped the blue scarf around his neck. "Who leaves a wedding early?" I called.

Sherlock stopped, "Well it appears it won't be me"

"No, I couldn't let you do that"

Sherlock nodded and looked up at the star splattered sky. I walked up behind him and waited for him to respond. After a few heavy seconds he turned and walked back to me with a smile. Sherlock brushed my hair back from my face and said "You should be inside enjoying yourself"

"It's too loud in there for me. Besides, after your violin the music doesn't compare" I flashed him a smile.

"Flattery? Is that supposed to convince me to go back inside?"

"No, it's supposed to make you stay just a little longer, for me"

"Hmm" I folded my arms against the cool breeze in the garden as Sherlock stepped closer to place his hands on my shoulders. He smiled.

"Dance with me Sherlock"

He frowned, mockingly, "Dance? With you? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I even trust you not to stand on my toes" I teased.

Sherlock smiled, taking me into a waltz hold, looking down at me despite my new heels. He smiled softly. We began to dance a slow, graceful waltz, rising and falling gently in time with the music. I rested my head against Sherlock's chest, hearing his strong steady heartbeat. We spun round the grey slabs in the garden, my dress and Sherlock's coat drifting behind us as we danced on without stop.

We danced silently for a dozen songs or so, adjusting our timing as the songs changed. Sherlock held me close to him, a strong arm around my back. We eventually fell out of time and slowed down more and more until we weren't really dancing anymore, just stepping back and forth. I slipped out of hold to wrap both my arms around Sherlock's neck.

"I thought you had left about an hour at least an hour before I played, I hadn't seen you around" Sherlock said quietly "I thought you'd gone home, or to Mycroft's"

I sighed, "I don't always just go to Mycroft's" I couldn't be bothered having an argument about it now "besides, I'd gone to the toilet – I wasn't feeling well"

Sherlock frowned, "You were sick"

I couldn't meet his eyes "Yeah"

He played with my hair for a moment, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine now"

"It was the wine, wasn't it"

"… maybe, I uh… it doesn't matter, you know how I've been recently…"

"I'm sorry"

I shook my head, "Shut up. It doesn't matter"

"It made you sick" Sherlock argued firmly.

"It's fine"

"Is it?" he asked seriously. When I wouldn't answer, he went on "How did it go this morning?"

"Good, yeah – she says I'm recovering well, I've been on an incline since you got back"

He nodded silently, "You're cold."

He was right but it hadn't been bothering me, "A little…"

"Here" taking a step back Sherlock pulled off his coat and helped me into it – this one was new and the sleeves were far too long for me – mine's was old; just after I met him, Sherlock had a random growth spurt and I got his coat. He unknotted his scarf and looped it round my neck, wrapping it round loosely several times.

He traced his thumb over my cheek, admiring me. He gently pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. I did love him and he knew that. And in his own individual way I knew he loved me too. As we began to sway again to the next song I could feel myself getting tired. My eyelids were heavy and soon I closed them and rested back against Sherlock's chest.

"After a while he asked, "Charlie, do you want go home now?"I nodded. "Okay, hold on" Sherlock scooped me up in his arms, bridal style.

I giggled sleepily, "This better not be a hint towards future plans, Darling" I said sarcastically.

"Oh, I think one wedding is more than enough for a long time, Sweetheart" Sherlock was a master of sarcasm.

"Sherlock, my bag and jacket"

"I'll text John"

"The wedding presents are still in my bag"

"I'll tell John to get them"

I rolled my eyes and snuggled into Sherlock's chest, too tired to care. "Well tell him Mycroft's present is in there too" he nodded in response. Sherlock walked up to the car and sat me on the bonnet, going into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve the car keys. I sat forward to stand up but Sherlock got there first. He picked me up at the waist and spun me round and down to the ground.

I giggled, tiredness getting to me. Bashfully I grinned, "Thanks Sherlock"

"No problem Charlie" he opened the car door and let me in. I sat down and Sherlock was quick to get in the other side.

I kicked by heels off and curled up in the seat, "Sherlock" I muttered.

"Yes?"

"Please drive carefully" Sherlock laughed. "Don't laugh – I'm serious" I said sleepily.

"If you say so" he smirked "put your seat belt on"

"Mmm" I reached across and pulled the seat belt round me, "there"

"Thank you"

I closed my eyes and folded my arms across my stomach; the next thing I knew Sherlock was lying me down in our bed.