John helped Sherlock into the kitchen and It wasn't long before they heard Mrs Hudson carrying the breakfast tray upstairs. John rushed to help her, and soon four plates of breakfast were being put into the table.

John went to the bathroom and knocked on the door shouting to Molly that breakfast was served. She shouted back that she'd be there in a moment.

"How are you this morning?" Mrs Hudson asked Sherlock as they started to tuck in.

"Actually a bit better thank you" Sherlock replied.

"Perhaps it was the company during the night that helped" John quickly added

Sherlock glared at him across the table

Mrs Hudson looked puzzled for a while as if to ask John why he'd spent the night in Sherlock's room.

"Oh Mrs Hudson, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not gay! Not me". He motioned his head towards the bathroom

Suddenly the penny dropped and Mrs Hudson let out a slight squeal. "At last. But where did you find the strength from?"

Sherlock shook his head and looked down at his breakfast "I do not appreciate this topic of conversation while I'm having my breakfast" He said, smiling slightly. "And for your information, I don't have any strength at the moment, thank you."

Mrs Hudson and John giggled. They looked at each other knowingly.

Suddenly the front door bell rang. Mrs Hudson headed downstairs and answered it. They could hear voices downstairs followed by "They're up stairs having breakfast".

The footsteps grew louder on the stairs until a familiar figure appeared at the door of the kitchen

"Good Morning Inspector Lestrade" Sherlock said without lifting his head "How can we help you?"

"I've got a couple of problem cases, Sherlock. Could do with your help. I wasn't sure when you'd feel up to it"

"Let me just finish breakfast and then you can talk me through them. Your timing is perfect. I could do with something to keep me occupied"

"Cup of tea?" John asked as Lestrade sat down at the table with them.

"Yes please, John. That would be lovely. Erm, why is the table set for 4? Did you know to expect me?"

"No, it's for Molly" said Mrs Hudson excitedly. "She's just finishing in the shower and she'll be right out"

Lestrade looked puzzled. "Why is Molly here?"

"She stayed over to help me with Sherlock" John replied, handing a cup of tea to Lestrade "He's quite a dead weight when he collapses in a heap, I can tell you".

They ate their breakfast in silence, Lestrade throwing the odd curious glance at Sherlock who was oblivious to everything except his food, which was most unlike him. John smiled at them both. A hungry Sherlock was quite a rare event and now a jealous Lestrade. Oh, how he'd missed them both.

The door to the bathroom unlocked and Molly walked out cheerfully, towel drying her hair. She walked into the kitchen. She walked over and kissed Sherlock on the forehead before joining the others at the table. John was amused to note the look of horror on Lestrade's face.

"Thank you so much for this delicious breakfast Mrs Hudson. Just what the doctor ordered after being up half the night with our wounded soldier."

John looked at Sherlock who had looked up at Molly grinning, before trying to hide a laugh by studying a mushroom very closely. The look of horror on Lestrade's face grew even stronger. John snorted into his cup of tea.

"John, for the second time, it wasn't like that, OK?"

Sherlock, John, Molly and Mrs Hudson finished their breakfast and Mrs Hudson started to clear the plates away. Sherlock started to stand up from his chair, but it was obvious his legs were still on the weak side. Molly was by his side in an instant and walked with him to his bedroom. She went in with him and they shut the door. John also excused himself to just go and get dressed, leaving Lestrade and Mrs Hudson in the kitchen.

"He still not that well?" Lestrade asked Mrs Hudson

"Oh, he's on the right side of it. Yesterday was just a bit overwhelming for him. He slept for most of it, which isn't like him at all. Give him a day or two and he'll be really on the mend. Now he has his nursemaid to care for him, his strength will be back in no time." Mrs Hudson carried on washing up

"So, is there something going on between them then?" Lestrade asked "Sounds as if Molly spent the night with him last night. Is he just stringing her along?"

"You know I don't think he is this time", Mrs Hudson replied reaching for the drying up cloth. "I really think there is something there. He's a different person. He will be after what he's been through. He's nearly died twice, spent several weeks in hospital, and lost all the strength he has. It's the kind of thing that makes you re-evaluate. No, I think he and Molly are here to stay. And I hope so because for all his claims of being a sociopath, I don't believe them for one moment. He's as human as you and I. He's just better at managing his emotions than most of us. But love is one emotion you can't brush aside. It creeps up on you, and surprises you."

"So you think this is really love, Mrs Hudson"

"I know how much you like Molly, Greg, but yes I do. Molly knows it already and I think Sherlock does but he's just not admitted it to himself yet. He's not strong enough to act on his feelings yet but it will only be a matter of days I think."