"Emily? Are you awake yet?" John whispered from beside me. I cracked my eyes open and rolled on my side to face him.

"Yea, barely." I said, yawning.

"How do you feel?" He asked, wrapping his arm around me.

"A little better, but I still can't feel my shoulder." I said as I let him pull me into his bare chest.

"It'll get better sweetie." He said kissing the top of my head. "How about some eggs for breakfast? I'll put extra cheese on top."

I smiled and tilted my head up to kiss him. "Sounds good."

He got up, and headed for the kitchen. I stayed in the bed and worked on some shoulder exercises the doctor had given me.

Ever since I was discharged from the hospital, John had been treating me like a princess. He became a little bit over protective, but I didn't mind. He never left me by myself either. Sometimes when I was in the apartment by myself, I would start thinking about Sherlock, and I would go into a severe panic attack. I never told John what caused the attacks, but I think he had a good idea.

John would try to distract me all the time too. He would take me out to dinner, or the movies. Sometimes we'd go on small trips to Scotland, and France to get out of town for a bit. And the distractions worked for a few months. But once my doctor took me off of my pain medication, all my emotional pain flooded back like a tsunami. I faked being happy for John's sake, but my heart hurt everyday.

"Emily? Breakfast is done! Should I bring it to you?" John called from the kitchen.

"No, I'll come out." I said, grabbing a robe and heading to the kitchen. John laid the food out on the table, and sat down beside me with tea.

"So, I wanted to tell you… Moriarty has a case he wants my help on. I'm thinking about taking the offer, if that's ok with you?" He asked, picking up a newspaper.

I thought about it for a moment. After the incident with Jim's butler, I was leery of Jim, but he assured both John, and me that he had nothing to do with the murder scheme. It put me at ease, but I still wanted nothing to do with him.

"That's fine, but be careful. I still don't trust him." I said as I took a bite of eggs.

John smiled and lightly traced my spine with his fingertips. "You have nothing to worry about sweetie. I'm taking backup. And Mrs. Hudson will be watching you while I'm gone."

"Ok. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow. And I should be back the next day. So, before I leave, I thought that we could take a look at some homes that are for sale? There's one that's right near a beautiful forest."

I smiled at him. "Yes, that sounds fun!" I said, eating the last of my eggs.

"Alright. Go get ready, and we'll take a drive down." He said, taking my plate from me. "And Emily? You look radiant today." He said, winking. I let out a laugh and went to get changed.

When we got done with the tour of the house, John treated me to a fancy dinner. He ordered wine for the two of us, and told me to order anything I wanted. Once we put our orders in, he took my hands, and looked me in the eyes.

"Emily, darling. I've been thinking about something. That house we looked at is huge. 6 bedrooms! And there's so much space in the backyard and…" He stroked my hands, and leaned in closer. "And I was wondering if maybe… maybe you want to have children?"

I froze. I could feel my skin turn to ice under Johns warm hands. I never even thought about having children before, but the thought of some tiny creature living inside of me freaked me out. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I put on the brightest smile I could.

"Yea, John. That… that sounds great!" I said, pulling my hands away from him.

"Really? I… I can't believe it! I was thinking Jasper for the boy. Well, if we had a boy. But if it's a girl, you should pick the girls name… I mean, you should pick the name anyway." He said, beaming.

"Right, yea. No, Jasper sounds wonderful! Jasper Watson… I love it." I said as I downed a glass of wine.

"Fantastic! You've just made me the happiest man in London! Oh Emily, I love you so much!" He said, leaning across the table to kiss me. I smiled, and poured myself another glass of wine as he continued about baby names, and what kind of colors the walls should be in the baby rooms.

I woke up the following morning with a horrible headache. There was a note next to me in John's handwriting.

Emily,

Good morning sweetie! I think you had too much wine last night…

Anyways, I left at about 7:45. I'll be back tomorrow evening. Call if you need anything.

Xoxo John

I smiled, and tossed the note to the side. I slowly got up, and began my day. I went to the kitchen to make Peppermint tea to clear my mind. There was a new box stuffed in the back corner of the cupboard. I pulled it out, and opened it up. There was a note crumpled up inside.

Emily…

I notice that you like Peppermint Tea. John suggested I buy you a 'moving in' gift. Hope you like it.

Sherlock

After I read it I sank to my knees. It was dated the day I moved in. And that whole time I thought he hated me. I pressed my back to the wall and sobbed quietly. I clutched the note to my chest, and tried to calm down before I went into a full on attack. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't know what to do if I started crying hysterically, so I bit my lip, and tried to go about my day.

I stuffed the tea out of sight, but I couldn't bring myself to discard the note. I held it tightly in my left hand as I turned the TV on to distract myself. But everything I saw just made me think about Sherlock. I powered the TV off, and went out to get fresh air. A walk could do me good. I told Mrs. Hudson that I was heading out. She nodded and told me to be safe.

As I walked around London, I became worse and worse. I saw places that reminded me of Sherlock, or places I had been with him before he left. Each time I saw something, my heart felt as If it was being wrenched out of my body. I eventually came across a hospital, and decided to rest near it. If I did have an attack, at least I could get quick medical assistance. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall and pulled out Sherlock's note. I re-read it time, and time again before I finally lost my cool. I started to scream. I didn't care who could hear me, or what they would say. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Hot tears rolled down my face, and my breathing became dangerously rapid. Through my blurred vision, I saw people give me looks. And others ran into the hospital. A nurse ran out and got me to my feet. She took me inside, and escorted me to a back room.

"What's your name, miss?" She asked as she sat me down.

I looked at her, but I didn't say a thing.

"I said, what's your name. Can you hear me?" She asked, raising her voice.

"Yes, I can hear you." I said angrily through tears.

"Why are you crying? Are you heart?"

I kept my mouth shut again because she wouldn't understand a broken heart.

"I said, Why are you crying?"

"Just give me morphine." I said, wiping my eyes. She looked at me funny before she walked out of the room. She came back a second later, and stood out side my door with someone.

"She says she wants morphine. And she won't give me her name. I'm thinking it's a drug deal." My nurse said loudly. The other person said something that I couldn't make out, and my nurse bustled back in. "There's a doctor here to see you. He's gonna tell me what's going on with you so I can help. Ok?" She said, treating me like I was a little girl. She waited for an answer but I kept quiet. She rolled her eyes, and told the doctor to come in. I put my head down and stared at my note while he walked in.

"Here she is. Have fun." She said. She closed the door behind her. His shoes clicked on the floor as he approached me, and he stopped right in front of me. He slowly extended a hand, and grasped the note from me. I let him, sense it was just causing me more pain.

"Emily?" The doctor said. He put a hand under my chin and lifted my face up. I opened my teary eyes and I thought I was looking straight at Sherlock. I quickly turned the other way before I started to cry again. "Emily." He said again, standing closer to me. "Emily Minnick, look at me for god's sake." He said, as he grasped my head in his hands. I did, and I kept seeing Sherlock. I was going crazy. He even sounded like Sherlock. "Emily, what's going on? Why are you acting like this?" He said, looking me in the eye. At that point, I figured I was having extreme hallucinations so I slapped myself before I answered.

"A broken heart, doctor. Just give me morphine and I'll calm down. Honestly. I'm not a drug dealer." I said, hanging my head down.

"What the hell did John do to you?" He said angrily.

"Nothing Doc… wait, how do you know John? Did you used to work with him or something?"

"Don't you recognize me? Emily, It's me, Sherlock! Stop messing around and tell me what happened!"

"No, you can't be Sherlock." I said bewildered. "He left. He's gone. He's never coming back."

"Emily, it's me. I'm right here, please believe me." He said with longing in his eyes. He did have all of Sherlock's looks, even his bluish eyes. If this wasn't really Sherlock, It made a damn good convincing one, and his touch put me at ease.

"Fine. If you are really Sherlock… kiss me." I said as I put a hand on his broad shoulder.

"Fine." He said after a long pause. He put a hand on my neck, and dipped me back. He brought his lips to mine, and kissed me passionately. I felt my heart flutter as he deepened the kiss. I didn't want him to stop but he pulled away when there was a knock on the door.

"How's it going, Holmes? It's taking you an awful long time to figure her out. Are you ok?" the nurse said.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and looked at me.

"Yes, I've got this one. I'll take her back home." He said, his eyes fixed on me.