Since you have all been so patient….Here you go!

Caitlin sat in the boys flat quietly while Sherlock went back and forth from his desk to his chair. John went back and forth from muttering about Sherlock, to try and coax Caitlin to if not eat, at least drink something. After about the fifth time of being asked if she would please just have a little something, Caitlin folded. Complying with John's persistent nagging, Caitlin finally agreed to have some tea. Smiling victoriously, John headed into the kitchen to turn on the kettle. While he waited for the water to heat up John eyed Sherlock with a frown. His flatmate was currently leaning back in his chair, completely oblivious to the world. Sherlock had his hands resting palms together as if he were praying, his fingertips pressed lightly against his lips. Hearing the kettle whistle John switched it off before pouring water in the cups. After putting a teabag in each cup he left them to steep for a moment before stomping over to his friend and promptly smacking him upside the head. Letting out a yelp of surprise Sherlock growled,

"What the hell was that for?"

Looking over to find that Caitlin was still lost in her own little world, John uttered softly in frustration,

"Will you come back down to earth?! Caitlin is obviously very upset and rightly so!"

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?"

Running a hand tiredly down his face John looked heavenward, silently asking for strength. Seeing the blank look on Sherlock's face he sighed.

"You should talk to her."

Obviously not getting through, John continued talking to Sherlock as if he were a child needing to have something explained to him.

"Look Sherlock, I don't know what's happening between the two of you. If she is your girlfriend, or if the two of you are you in a relationship. Whatever. All I do know is that you both care about each other. And when someone you care about is in pain, either physical or mental, you help them. So I'm going to go bring Caitlin her tea and then I expect you to get your arse over there and talk to her. Am I clear?"

Not waiting for a response John went back to the kitchen, finished fixing the tea and after bringing it to Caitlin sat down and began to type away on his laptop. Sherlock sat in silence for a moment. Talk to her? Sherlock wasn't exactly sure what that meant. However when he received another glare from John he grumbled slightly before standing and coming over to sit next to Caitlin on the sofa. Realizing that Sherlock was next to her Caitlin snapped out of her thoughts and met Sherlock's eyes with a tiny smile. Finally breaking her silence Caitlin uttered a quiet,

"Hi.

"You haven't said much since we've been back. Usually I can't get you to stop talking." Seeing Sherlock give her a small grin Caitlin snorted,

"Yeah well I have a lot on my mind."

Clasping his hands, he tucked them under his chin before leaning forward. Focusing his attention on Caitlin he murmured,

"Tell me."

"Oh, well let's see shall we?" Caitlin uttered sarcastically.

"The man who killed my sister murdered my boss. Now this man is after me. And to top it all off he's sending me a lovely message by leaving one of my sister's childhood possessions that I gave her for me on my desk!"

Releasing a shuddering sigh Caitlin started to cry while Sherlock started to fidget. He was completely clueless, not knowing what to do as Caitlin's tears started to turn to body wracking sobs.

During all of this John had gone at some point, leaving Sherlock with Caitlin. He wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but he decided not to think about it too much and hailed a taxi once he was outside.

As Caitlin continued to cry she was surprised when she was pulled against something solid. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw that her head was resting against Sherlock's chest. Feeling his arms wrapped loosely around her waist, Caitlin turned back into his embrace. Grasping his shirt in her hands Caitlin's tears continued to fall until she couldn't cry anymore. Sniffling with a quiet sigh Caitlin leaned forward a little before closing her eyes.

Though Caitlin had stopped crying, Sherlock let her remain in his arms. He hated crying. He never knew how to handle it. Especially with women. He had witnessed before however that when someone who was crying hugged another person, it always seemed to help. So he had just pulled Caitlin to him and decided to let her cry herself out. Seeing that she had become very comfortable Sherlock decided that he would just let her remain in his arms as long as she wanted. Hearing that Caitlin's breathing was evening out, he quickly deduced that she was asleep. Situating his body so that he was lying on the couch, Sherlock repositioned Caitlin's body as well before fully laying down. Lying there with Caitlin resting on top of him, his arms still around her, Sherlock felt Caitlin snuggle into him. Grinning slightly Sherlock closed his own eyes deciding that there wasn't any harm in taking a short nap. That was exactly how John found the two a couple of hours later.

Later that evening after the dinner dishes had been cleared away John and Caitlin sat quietly as Sherlock pulled out his violin and began to play. Seeing as Sherlock was standing and moving about as he played, Caitlin moved from the floor to sit in Sherlock's chair. Giggling when she received a look from Sherlock that obviously said 'why are you in my chair?' Caitlin just stuck her tongue out him. Tucking her legs up under her Caitlin laid her head on folded arms as she continued to watch Sherlock waltz around the room. As soon as his last song ended, Sherlock set his violin down and came to stand in front of Caitlin.

"You're in my chair again."

"And? What are you gonna do about it?"

Placing his hands on the armrests on either side of her, Sherlock leaned forward. Caitlin let out a squeak when he practically purred,

"I suppose I could teach you a lesson."

"Okay!" John jumped up from his chair. His face was turning red as he stated quickly,

"I think I'll be off to bed now!"

As soon as John's door closed, Sherlock smirked. Pinning Caitlin with his gaze he hummed,

"So Miss O'Connor what will it be?"

Leaning forward to kiss Sherlock lightly Caitlin smiled.

"Fine I'll get up. You can teach me a lesson tomorrow. I doubt I'll learn though."

Grinning slyly Caitlin wiggled out from Sherlock's hold. Before she could start for the door Caitlin felt a hand on her wrist. Looking back curiously she heard Sherlock say,

"Stay here tonight."

"Do you really want me to?"

Nodding and pulling Caitlin closer Sherlock murmured,

"I've grown used to having you with me in bed. I find that I sleep better when you're with me."

Sherlock smirked as Caitlin blushed. Reaching up and brushing some curls away from his forehead Caitlin smiled.

"Alright. I'll stay."

Chuckling Caitlin let him tug her to his room. Before she even asked, Sherlock handed one of his shirts to Caitlin. Smiling at the look she gave him, the two quickly changed before silently slipping into bed. As Caitlin started to settle in she felt Sherlock put his arm around her. Smiling and turning in Sherlock's embrace, Caitlin gave him a soft kiss before rolling back onto her side. When Sherlock's arm tightened around her waist, Caitlin covered the hand holding her with her own. As she laced her fingers through his and felt him press a light kiss to her shoulder, Caitlin whispered,

"Goodnight Sherlock."

"Goodnight Caitlin."