A/N: Thanks everyone who is following this story, and a special thanks to everyone who writes the reviews I love reading them! Here's chapter 3, R&R and enjoy!

Chapter 3: Cold Feet, Shoulders, and Hands

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

"So were you able to fix it?" Watson asked sleepily from the comfort of her bed. She looked like she had many blankets around her just to keep herself warm.

"We most likely will be a few days without heat."

"You're going to freeze to death here," she said as her eyes closed.

"What do you mean?"

"Considering how you usually end up falling asleep you'll get sick and then I'll have to deal with you being sick and complaining that you're bored. I think it is better that we avoid the whole situation together and just share the bed and blankets until it's fixed," she finishes up with a yawn.

Sherlock stands there for a moment processing what Watson had said. Replaying the conversation over and over to verify that she had – in fact – invited him into the bed with her. He pondered on what he should do.

"Whether you decide to freeze or actually stay warm is up to you but I'd appreciate it if you didn't just stand in my room while I slept," Watson mumbled while her eyes were closed. Sherlock thought. He had clothes on that were doable for sleepwear and so took up her offer and joined her in the bed.

"Thank you Watson," he managed to say. Why am I even doing this? I could stay just as warm downstairs by the fire!

The worry from earlier was still nagging him: what if Watson is not warm enough and becomes ill as well! Ah! I shouldn't be this concern for her…should I? He thought to himself. He reasoned with himself that he was just concerned so they could get back to work. He, after all, was paying her to learn and do work.

~The Next Morning~

Sherlock woke up and then realized just how close he was to Watson's body. He felt her body heat radiating off of her. This was most definitely much warmer than by the fire, Sherlock thought to himself. He just stared at her sleeping body. He wasn't sure how exactly he should go about this, he did not make it a habit to share a bed with another human being without there being coitus involved. He decided that he should get some tea and work on the case at hand.

P.O.V: Joan Watson

The sound of Joan's phone woke her up. When she checked she saw that it was a message from Jeff, the man from the dating site that her friend had set her up on. She remembered that she had had a good time with him. His message was inquiring about their date tonight, one that she had truthfully forgotten about. She wasn't sure if she would be able to go, afraid that she would just ruin the time with her inability to sit on non-cushioned seats. The bruise was going down but nothing heals that fast, especially a bone bruise.

She sends him a message back explaining what had happened to her and said that she would have to reschedule their evening for another time. When she looked back at the end table she noticed that there was a cup of tea waiting for her, how hadn't I noticed that before? It was still warm. Thankful for it she took a sip.

~Later That Day~

Joan was on her way downstairs to get some food when she heard a knock at the door.

"I got it!" she screamed loud enough so Sherlock could hear her, wherever he may be in this place. When she opened the door she was surprised.

"Jeff? I thought I texted you saying that I couldn't go out tonight?" she asked as she replayed the moment when she thought she had sent him that text. Maybe I didn't hit the send button?

"You did, I got that text. I just figured that since you couldn't go out that I could come by," he said as he held up a takeout bag, "And bring you dinner instead."

Joan was genuinely touched by this gesture, and also she was nervous about how Sherlock might act. He always seems to get…peculiar around people other than Marcus and Gregson.

"So, can I come in?" he asked shaking Joan from her thoughts.

"Oh, yeah! Come in," she said as she opened the door wider.

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock was on the roof, making sure that his bees were okay. He had vaguely heard Joan, but he did see a car parked in front of the brownstone and saw a man step out. He had looked unsure if this was the address he was looking for. But a part of him began to worry when he didn't see the man leave.

He carefully paced himself and made his way downstairs.

"Wastson, was there a client at the door?" he asked as he came downstairs. He was about halfway down the stairs when his phone rang. It was Captain Gregson with some news in regards to the case he was working on. Watson came out to the hallway just as the phone call was ending. "Are you well enough to work yet Watson? That was Captain Gregson informing me of some findings in regards to the case."

"No Sherlock, not quite."

"You have company here," Sherlock stated.

"Yes, it was unplanned."

Sherlock deduced that it must be the man that Joan had found on that online dating site. A part of him – the part that was worried and concerned for Joan for whatever reason – wanted her to tell him to leave. He couldn't figure out why he wanted that. When he thought of Joan seeing these other men, it always put him in a grim mood. He wanted to tell her, but when he tried to say it…those words did not come out.

"Very well then, I shall send them your regards. Enjoy your evening and if your friend is going to stay the night please make sure he is out by the afternoon," he said bluntly. That's when she gave him a look of disgust, a face that read in a very Joan fashion, 'What the hell?'. He didn't know why he had said that, knowing that it would upset her. Not wanting to stand there any longer he took off to the station.

~At the Station~

Sherlock was sitting in the conference room with a file before him. His leg was moving about.

"You alright Holmes?" Detective Bell asked. Sherlock ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes Detective Bell, I am perfectly fine."

"You sure? Because you've been fidgeting more than your usual self."

Sherlock hadn't realized that he had been. He immediately stopped the action.

"How's Joan doing?"

"She is getting better. Better enough to have company," Sherlock mumbled out the last part. This did not escape Detective Bell's radar.

"I didn't know you guys had people come over," he said with a small laugh at the end. "So who's her friend?"

"It is a male friend who she has not introduced to me and I am trying not to look into it."

"Uh-huh," Detective Bell said as he crossed his arms. A small smile was playing at his lips.

"If you have something to say Detective I would appreciate it if you just told me rather than smirking at me over there."

"You'll probably say I'm wrong but since you asked, I think you're jealous that she's spending some time with someone other than you," he said then left before Sherlock could assault him with arguments that say otherwise. Sherlock was left there to ponder this statement.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I'm a bit partial to writing as Sherlock, more to come!