"Will you marry me?" Sherlock asked as he got down onto one knee. Obviously Sherlock had informed the staff that he was going to do this, and they had informed everyone as they had come in. Everyone was silent.
"Yes!" I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. Everyone cheered, and the manager came and congratulated us. We got a free bottle of Champagne to take home. We headed home at about 10pm, and found Georgie watching a movie on ITV. I sat down next to her and put my hand on my knee.
"What's that?" Georgie asked when she saw the ring.
"Sherlock proposed during dinner!" I said with a huge grin on my face. Georgie hugged me and said "Should I go and see if I can sleep on Mrs Hudson's sofa tonight. I know you Hannah, I know what you'll want to do." I blushed and put my head in my hands, the cold silver of the ring alien on my forehead. "If you want. It's probably best, just to be safe." Georgie grabbed her bag and headed down to Mrs Hudson. We locked the door and headed straight for the bedroom. Sherlock kissed me, as we made our way down the corridor. He picked me up, and I put my legs around his waist. I tangled my fingers into his raven hair and poked my tongue into his mouth.
The next morning I was woken up by the smell of Bacon frying and a text.
Breakfast is ready. x - SH
I giggled and grabbed Sherlock's dressing down from the floor, his 2nd best one that he shot a hole through. I wandered into the kitchen to see Sherlock sitting at a clean table with his breakfast in front of him and mine opposite his. I looked at the clock. 9am.
"What time did you get up?" I asked as I walked around the table to kiss him and grab the ketchup.
"6." Sherlock said. I asked this because the table was covered in all sorts of rubbish to do with Sherlock. Mostly Jars of body parts. However, this morning it was immaculate.
"Hannah?" Sherlock said halfway through breakfast.
"Sherlock." I said, wary of what he was going to say.
"Can we go out for dinner more often if I keep the table clean?" Sherlock put on his puppy eyes and tilted his head slightly.
"Of course. You could have just asked." I said as I shovelled more bacon into my mouth. We had just finished when Georgie knocked on the door. I opened it and said
"Morning."
"Morning Lovebirds." Georgie replied. Sherlock put a plate of breakfast in the microwave for her, a microwave that was, for once, free of eyeballs.
"How did you sleep?" Sherlock asked her.
"Fine. Mrs Hudson made me some nice strong coffee this morning that was very welcome." Georgie smiled.
"So, What are we up to today?" I asked. I didn't know whether Sherlock had made any plans or whether we were free all day.
"I say we stay here, just incase we were to run into Moriarty." Sherlock suggested.
"Now I think about it" Georgie said. "That's a very good Idea. We wouldn't want to run into him in public." I collapsed on the sofa next to Sherlock and put my head on his shoulder.
"I wish my relationship with Jim was as smooth as yours is." Georgie said into the silence.
"He's not always this nice. He's just on his best behaviour because you're here." I said.
"I AM NOT!" Sherlock protested, but I shut him up with a kiss. Georgie decided to go and see another friend for the day, so Sherlock and I went to annoy Mycroft and inform him of our engagement.
"Sherlock." Mycroft said as we stepped into his office, frowning. He smiled when he saw me follow Sherlock in.
"Hello, Hannah." He said.
"Mycroft, we won't be long. We just wanted to inform you that we are to be married." Sherlock said this, and we left. We went back to the Flat and had the whole day to ourselves.
That evening I got a phone call from Georgie saying that she was staying with another friend that lived a little further away from Moriarty, and that she was very grateful for the offer. I curled up on Sherlock's lap and fell asleep while watching CSI. Sherlock carried me to bed and slid in next to me. We were awoken the next morning by a loud knock on the door.
"SHERLOCK!" It was Lestrade.
"I'M BUSY!" Sherlock yelled back. He kissed my forehead.
"TOUGH! MURDER IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE!" Lestrade carried on the conversation. As soon as he said this, Sherlock was up and getting dressed. I crawled out of bed and threw some clothes on. We got a cab to the crime scene.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked Anderson.
"I'm on forensics."
"I'm not stupid, Anderson, but aren't you supposed to be on holiday with your wife?" Anderson just walked away. He was obviously very embarrassed. Lestrade walked over and congratulated us. Someone had told him.
"John." I whispered. He had told Lestrade.
We arrived home that evening to find Mrs Hudson, Georgie, Mycroft and Lestrade there with lots of booze and food. We partied until the small hours and fell asleep on the sofa together.