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"John, what are you doing?"

John looked over at his wife through the vanity mirror as he continued to button up his shirt. "Sherlock called. He has a new case and I wanted to get over there before my shift this morning."

"It's still dark." She turned over to the alarm clock. "And it's not even four in the morning."

"Well you know Sherlock."

Mary turned in the bed and drew the covers back over her head. "Alright, darling. Just be quiet when you leave. I swear to God if you wake the baby I will shoot you when you get back."

"Love you too, Mary."

He caught a cab outside his place and took it over to Baker Street. Even before he could find his keys to the flat, Mrs. Hudson was at the door.

"Oh John"

"Mrs. Hudson, you're awake rather early." He said with a nod as he came through the door, noting the plaintive melody coming from upstairs.

"I'm so glad you're here, he just started playing. It's quite lovely but makes it hard to sleep through."

"I'll see what I can do." He called over his shoulder as he headed up the stairs.

"Sherlock."

"John." He didn't miss a note as he inclined his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing John. I assumed even you could deduce that."

John rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes. But why. Poor Ms. Hudson is trying to sleep downstairs."

"I'm keeping busy. It's so hard not smoking." Sherlock played another few notes before pulling the bow away and facing John. "Why are you here?"

"You called." John shrugged off his coat and set about preparing a cup of tea.

"About a case. It's not a rush and can be taken care of during the day."

"You could have called during the day about it then."

"As I explained, I lost track of the time."

"The call didn't sound like it was about a case." John caught Sherlock tense out of the corner of his eye, a beat passing before he lifted the violin again. "Don't you dare start playing again. Give Mrs. Hudson a rest."

Sherlock rolled his eyes before setting the violin back in its case. "Fine. Though, while I'm not really sure what she gets around to down there, I highly doubt a few hours missed sleep will affect her day much." He flounced over to his chair and collapsed on it with a huff. "What are you doing here John? You have a newborn to be looking after. It's not very husbandly to leave it all up to Mary."

John rubbed at his eyes, hoping to dispel the blossoming headache. "Mary knows I'm here. And I'm sure the great Sherlock Holmes can figure out why I came all this way," he said as he carried the teacups over and sat.

"If you are here because of some misguided concern, I can assure you that it was a wasted trip. Thank you for the tea."

"Alright, I'm just going to go right out and ask. Are you okay?"

"Fine. Just fine if you exclude how terribly boring everything has been lately."

"I thought you said there was a case?"

"Oh that, barely above a five." Sherlock waved his hand dismissively.

"Then why call me in the middle of the night."

Sherlock took a sip of his tea and shrugged.

"Sherlock!"

"I just needed confirmation on something."

"On what? That after the baby I'd still answer your every call?" John rubbed at his head again, the headache now in full swing, his own tea forgotten.

"That we were friends"

He paused and looked at Sherlock who was diligently staring down the fireplace. "What? Why would you need confirmation of that?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does!" Silence filled the room and John took the opportunity study Sherlock, noticing how tired the man looked.

When Sherlock finally did respond, his voice was softer and John could hear a hint of uncertainty. "Do you think I'd kill someone? Nevermind that, I already did. But do you think I'd do it simply for my own amusement? Like Moriarty? Because I became too bored?"

"No, of course not."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're not like him. You're not alone."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and finished off his tea. "Don't be silly John. We are all alone."

"Perhaps, but we are alone together." John straightened in his seat. "You're my best friend and I will always be here. Even if you are an insufferable ass."

Sherlock's lip curled into a half smile before he glanced down at his cup. "How about another cuppa?"

John let out a bark of laughter. "Fine, but only cause mine has gone cold." He got up and moved toward the kitchen again.

"Oh and John? Don't tell Mycroft about any of this. "