"Moriarty is my brother. He always gives me good advice and sometime he goes too far, but this time I had to do it. He wants us to be happy."

If Moriarty is her brother, then she is as least as bad as he is. I know Moriarty. He is... my archenemy. I've never seen him, but that's not necessary. Everyone knows he's a criminal. He always overcomes me in a mysterious way. But if Molly can help me, this will be fine. Hope so...

***

"Sherlock, there you are finally!" I walk to Sherlock, who looks relieved. As if he saved a little dog.

"Sorry, John. I will explain later. But now I need to rest." Sherlock dodders forward and he suddenly looks less fresh.

"Of course." I let him lean on my arm and I bring an arm around his body. He reaches out his arms to get to the seat. "I grab a blanket and tea." I'm a little angry with him, but while quite satisfied. He's finally back and he did something good, I think.

"Again sorry, John." He drinks a slug of his tea and he gives the cup to me.

"You don't have to apologize. This is how you are. I need to get used to it. After all I'm in love with you because you have weird sides." I rub his hair out of his eyes and I give him a little kiss on his forehead.

"I would like to go to bed." He says. I help him stand up. On his own he goes upstairs.

***

[05:17pm] I miss you. –SH

[05:17pm] I will be there for you within a few minutes. –JW

[05:17pm] I'm glad you always understand my hints.  –SH

Smiling I shelve my cup of tea. He's been a while upstairs and maybe he will say what he has done now.

[05:19pm] Can I come in? –JW

"Please." He reacts excessively fast. I walk into the room. Sherlock is in the middle of his bed, playing with his phone. He is again bored.

"Hey, Sherlock." I creep slowly on his bed, without leaning on the bed a lot. He moves a bit, so I can lay next to him.

"How was your day?" He asks. We both look at the plafond. Our hands are lying on each other. Now and then he squeezes it and we are laughing, because our silence perfectly describes our love. More we do not need.

"In the morning it was really fun, but then you left me. I've missed you, Sherlock." I response bluntly. His breath sounds considerately in this room. His voice sounds deeply.

"I've missed you too. But I did to help."

"May I know what you've done?" I quickly turn away my eyes from the plafond and I stare at Sherlock, who is looking fascinated at the plafond.

"You may know everything, Watson. But I'll tell you later." He squeezes my hand and I lay closer to Sherlock. He lays a leg upon my leg.

"Everything is fine for me, as long as you not will conceal it."

"I would not dare, Watson." I find he is really attractive when he says my name in this way.

"You're amazing, Sherlock." We laugh and we turn around both. His breath is flying into my direction. "I could kiss you." I react.

"Do if you dare." He answers defiantly.

"You would want to, eh?"

"Definitely." Immediately thereafter he grasps my face and his nose touches mine. The tip of his nose is cold. He presses his lips on my mouth. We aren't inches away from each other. His feet are rubbing my sockless feet and he warms them gently. Giggling I rub his hair.

"Never leave me again. Really never leave me."

***

John's lips are better than Molly's. Nicer. Softer. Sweeter. More romantic. I know John is the one. He's is my everything.

"I'll never leave you again." I seriously respond his lovable, romantic order.

"But I'll do. I've promised Mrs. Hudson to help her." John pulls himself straight and places a feet on the ground. He's sitting on the edge of the bed. I sit behind him and I get my arms around his waist.

"Stay a while." I breath and kiss his neck. He goes faster breathing.

"Two minutes I want to be with you." John turn his around favourably and he pulls me lovely on the bed. "I love you."