A few days had passed since "dinner and a crime scene." Of course Sherlock had been correct about the murderer, who was now behind bars and awaiting trial. Unfortunately there hadn't been another case (at least not an interesting one) and Sherlock was restless.

"Sherlock, I have to go to work," John said on the 4th morning since the date. "Please just stop this."

Sherlock had been begging John all morning to stay home today."But John," he whined. "I'm so bored. We could go to the park and you could help me catalogue the leaves on the various trees, or help me with my study on travel patterns of English car salesmen."

"Why car salesmen? No, no forget it. I don't even know how I would be able to help you. All I do know is that I'm going to be late." John began looking around for his phone. Sherlock spotted it first and used the opportunity.

Long legs sprang as Sherlock grabbed the phone from John's arm chair. Having it safely in his palm he made a run for the kitchen and scrambled up onto the counter.

John only had time to see Sherlock rush past his peripheral vision. "For god's sake," John mumbled under his breath. Turning on his heel, he followed suit into the kitchen.

A loud crash resonated as John entered. He had to bite back laughter as he looked up at Sherlock who had climbed on top of the refrigerator, folding himself up more than John ever would have thought was humanly possible. "What the hell are you doing?" John finally asked when he trusted himself to speak.

"You can't reach up here," Sherlock said slowly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The refrigerator hummed underneath Sherlock's lanky frame. John stood still with his forefinger and thumb pressed around the bridge of his nose. He took several deep breaths before willing himself to speak. "You have my phone up there don't you."

The deep baritone of Sherlock's voice resounded with "Yes." John huffed out a breath. "You have a choice," Sherlock continued. "Leave without your phone, or don't leave at all." After a moment of quiet, John looked up to see Sherlock grinning wildly. In that moment John almost allowed Sherlock this victory. He looked back down at the floor to hide the smile that was threateningly tugging at the side of his lips.

"Or," John finally managed. "I could come up there and get it." He looked up and fixed Sherlock with the most convincing glare he could muster.

"Don't be ridiculous. Even if you get up on the counter, all I would have to do is hold your phone at arm's length, like so," Sherlock demonstrated.

"I could shove you off." John took a step toward Sherlock.

"And risk breaking your phone?"

"I could throw things at you."

The pout on Sherlock's face gave John a little thrill. He knew he had gained the upper hand. Sherlock knew the aim that John possessed and with a quick glance around the room he noted approximately 21 different objects that he could use as ammunition.

"Or better yet," John began with a sly smile. "I could take your laptop. In fact, I think that's what I will do. Enjoy your day Sherlock." Turning his back on the detective, John exited the door and made way to the living room. From behind him, John heard Sherlock climbing down from his perch.

When Sherlock came into the living room, he was greeted with an expectant, outstretched hand into which he pressed the phone.

"Thank you," John said as he pocketed the phone and headed for the door.

"John," Sherlock called, and of course the doctor stopped. "Would you...like to have dinner with me this evening?" Sherlock's voice caught a little and John could tell he was nervous. He smiled broadly as he turned to look at Sherlock standing awkwardly in front of him. How could I ever stay mad at him?

"Of course. Will you be making all the arrangements?"

Sherlock tilted his head slightly, but then straightened it again, trying not to look unsure of himself. "Of course."

"Alright then, text me the details will you?" John crossed the gap between them so that he stood inches from Sherlock. He looked up and smiled before pushing up onto his tip toes to press his lips against Sherlock's slightly pouting mouth. It was a short and chaste kiss, but it nevertheless left both men breathless and wanting more.

When he pulled back, John shook his head slightly. "I'll see you tonight," he said as he left the flat, all the while wishing that he had called in sick.

Sherlock's breathing didn't return to normal until after he heard the downstairs door open and shut. He went over to the window and looked out in time to see John hail a cab. As John began to climb into the car he turned round and waved up at Sherlock with a smile on his face.

Sherlock watched the car disappear into the early-morning London traffic. Then he sat down and powered on his laptop. Time to do some research.

John was late to work, as he had figured, and so received a stern scolding from the office manager who told him just how unprofessional his tardiness was. He had to put up with her rant for 15 minutes before he could actually get to his office and ask his nurse to escort in his first patient of the day.

Stephany Neil stepped into John's office, and with that John's day began.

"It's simply the flu, it goes round this time of year. I'll write you a slip for some antibiotics." He smiled at Stephany and penned down the prescription. Internally he was cursing this time of year, he was sure almost all of the patients that he would see today would be cases of the flu. Boring. As Stephany shook his hand and left, John smiled to himself. Sherlock's really rubbing off on me, isn't he?

John had been right about the majority of cases having the common flu. He looked at the clock and decided to take an early lunch since he was ahead of schedule and his next appointment wasn't until 1:30.

"Mary," John said as he shrugged on his coat. "I'm going on my lunch hour. I'll be back soon." Mary, John's nurse, smiled and waved as he left the small office. Once on the street John pulled out his phone and typed a quick text to Sherlock.

On my lunch break.

A few minutes passed, and John had made it to the cafe across the street before Sherlock's reply buzzed in John's pocket.

A bit early isn't it? Are you bored? -SH

Yes. How about you?

I have been busy conducting research.- SH

I thought you were going to start following your messages with your initials. -SH

I forgot. I only do it when I'm texting you. -JW

I know, that's what I like about it -SH

Research on what? - JW

Oh the usual. - SH

Did you get a case then? -JW

No. -SH

John took a moment to order a sandwich and some crisps before he replied to Sherlock.

Oh, this is for tonight isn't it? -JW

Obviously. -SH

John could practically hear that word so commonly uttered by Sherlock. To John it sounded like rich melted chocolate and he found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss Sherlock right after he's said it. He reread the message several times, melting at his imagination of its vocalization. His attention was broken, however, when a waitress came by with his food.

Sherlock, you don't need to do research, this isn't a science experiment. -JW

I know. But I want it to be perfect.- SH

John smiled at the sentiment that Sherlock rarely let show. He thought he must look like an idiot grinning down at his phone, but he didn't care. It took him a moment before he decided what to say next.

Anything will be fine. As long as your there, it will be perfect. -JW

John waited for the reply, anxious to see how Sherlock would respond. Five minutes later he finally got a response.

*you're -SH

What?- JW

The proper word is you're not your. -SH

Of course it is.- JW

John finished his sandwich and left the cafe. He didn't want to go back to work, he wanted to return to the flat and listen to Sherlock play the violin, or go down to a crime scene and end the night by chasing some murderer through the alleys of London. But he had to earn his bread and butter somehow, so he crossed the street and headed back up to his office.

Author's note:

I'm working on this story as fast as I can, but I have school so updates are kind of sporadic. At this point I have 9 followers (YAY!), but no reviews yet. I would really appriciate it if you wonderful people could drop me a review so that I can get some feedback. Also, ideas are always welcome. As always, thanks for reading.

-Padfoot333