Chapter three:

Sarah had been living at 221b Baker Street for two months now and Sherlock found her predictable most of the time, she would leave the flat at 7am to go work in the morgue, once in a while he'd see her on her lunch break around noon with Molly, and she would get home at 5:30pm. Sometimes she would go out after work but she would pop in for a few minutes to change out of her work clothes. But tonight was different it was nearly 10:00pm and he hadn't seen her yet. So he decided to text her 'where are you? –SH' a few minutes later he got a reply 'hom soooon –SO' Sarah must have either been drunk or drugged; drunk most likely. He worked it out in his head and there was bar not too far from where Sarah worked and that's where she most likely was.

Sherlock stepped into the loud bar across the bar he saw Molly Hooper. Sherlock strode over to Molly (who was wearing a veil), and three other girls he'd never seen before "Sherly!" Molly cheered and the other girls giggled "Have a drink, we're celebrating." She grinned "Tommy and I finally agreed on a date!" she was obviously talking about her wedding. "No thank you, where's Sarah." He said quickly

"Went off somewhere, something about it getting late." One of the more sober girls answered

"When did she leave?'" he sneered

"I don't know fifteen, twenty minutes ago?" he must have just missed her getting home if that's where she ended up. Sherlock stormed out of the pub and hailed a cab.

Sherlock entered his and Sarah's flat she wasn't in the living space or the kitchen, Sherlock opened the bathroom door empty, and he cheeked her room empty. Then he opened the door to his own bedroom not thinking that she would actually be there but there she was fast asleep lying on his bed. He walked over to her and scooped her up and carried her bridal style back to her own room. Sarah was still in her coat and shoes Sherlock gently tried to pull he coat off without waking her. No luck "I found you." He mumbled. He smiled "Is that why you where in my room?" she slowly nodded her head "Did you have fun?" he asked. Her face brightened up "Oh yea, it was…" she screwed her face up; it came to her "GREAT! It was great!" she giggled "My brain is working funny." She was grinning ear to ear. Sherlock pulled off her coat and put it on her dresser "Can you do your shoes?" he asked slowly as is talking to a small child. She nodded her head vigorously "Definitely." She bent down and pulled her shoes off. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked from her bedside. She crawled under her covers "Okay! Bye-bye." She waved and he left the room.

"My head hurts!" Sarah growled as she entered the kitchen. Sherlock walked into the kitchen he had been sitting in his chair "That's what a hangover is." He said jokingly. She glared at him "I know what a hangover is!" she said in a quiet snarl. She opened the fridge ignoring the body parts covered by dish towels "Why don't we have eggs?" she looked through the whole fridge "can you ask Mrs. Hudson for pancake ingredients?"

"…What for?"

"So I can make pancakes. What else would I be doing." She snapped.

"Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock called knocking on her door. After a few minutes "Sherlock? What do you need I was sleeping?"

"Do you have ingredients for pancakes?"

"Yes dear what for?"

"Sarah wants to make pancakes."

Mrs. Hudson gave a knowing look and walked back into her flat leaving the door open inviting him inside. "Dear, are you dating Sarah?"

"NO! God no! Why must you always insist I'm dating my flat mate?"

"It's just-"

"No, it's not like that! Sarah was out drinking with friends last night and has a hangover so she wants to make pancakes."

"I'll make them just send her down." She gave a motherly smile and sent him out the door.