"John? John?" I call to be sure. John is gone and didn't say goodbye, as I never do too.

"Yes." He responses. I scare to death and Rosie wakes up by me. With wet hair he walks out of the bathroom.

"Have you been there a long time?" I lift Rosie up and give her a kiss on her little head. Fortunately she was here to keep me company.

"Half an hour." I walk to him and kiss his wet forehead.

"Wow, Rosie was first with you in the bathroom? Poor Rosie. Tonight she will probably get a nightmare."

"Oh, sometimes you are mean." He hits me with his towel against my leg, what was hanging on his shoulder. "You want a nightmare too?" He laughs and thinks. "That sounded a lot less dirty in my head." I nicker because of him.

"One nightmare is more than enough."

Rosie's only been here for a day and it seems she's here already longer. She belongs to us and we consider her as our little daughter.

"At seven o'clock I have an appointment." I concede.

"You want me to come with you?" He asks friendly. He raises Rosie up and he rubs her whiskers.

"Someone needs to look after our little baby." I caress her snoot and she starts purring.

"She likes you more than she likes me." He says pseudo-sadly.

"What did you expect? You gave her a nightmare."

I embrace him. I never want to lose him, but Moriarty will try to spoil it. This is maybe the last time I see him. I need to uphold this moment. Without warning I rubs his wet hair and kiss him ardently in his neck. He's startled, but enjoys. He places his arms around my waist and follows the line of my vertebra. With his fingers he tickles my back carefully. I push him against the wall behind him.

I hope I never must leave you, John.

***

Anxiously I walk outside. I promised John to be home before it is nine pm, but I don't know if it is possible. Probably Moriarty wants to see me and he will lock me up. To assail me thereafter.

With a gun in my pocket I feel safer. Besides I have my phone with me and the number of the police is set as default. Nothing can happen to me. Hope so.

"Hey, Sherlock." I turn around and she tries to catch me up. What is she doing here? The appointment was in the park.

"Uh hey. Why aren't you in the park?"

"The park, why?" She looks surprised at me and her voice sounds like the truth.

"Our appointment at seven."

"It was at your house, right?" She give a look back, to my house. I don't want to terrify her and I feign I was mistaken.

"Yeah, sorry. Plans are changed, we are going to the park." So Moriarty is the one who send messages? All our sweet messages were from him, and he reads them? I doubt to tell Molly about it. It's her brother, I don't want their family splits. Not that I care about my family.

"Okay." She hooks her arm in mine and as an aged couple we walk to the park. Molly is shorter than John and it irritates me.

I sigh to myself.

I cheat.

I cheat terribly.

I betray John.

I betray John with a woman.

A woman.

A woman I hate.

I'm a bad partner.

I have no one to talk with.

No way that I go to Mycroft.

NO. WAY.

We arrive in the park and she pushes me pretty pushy on the bench. I rather prefer the bench closer to the lake. But now it doesn't seem a really great idea. All thought of John come upwards.

I don't want to think about John when I'm with Molly.

I don't want to think about Molly when I'm with John.

But it happens anyway. At every turn I'm with my sweet John, I receive a text from her. From Moriarty... Then I need to invent an excuse to leave. Miraculously, he rarely interrogates. So I don't have to lie a lot and I feel me less guilty. But it makes this case not less severely. I lie. I lie. I lie. John could help me perfectly. Without playing in love. Yes, playing. Molly doesn't attract me a little bit. Seriously, not a bit. I'd rather date with Moriarty, her sweet brother.

"I've heard nothing from you for a while." She finally says.

"GSM broken."

"Unfortunately." We don't say a lot. We enjoy the silence. The irritating, annoying, fake silence. I don't care what she thinks about us.

"Molly, we need to talk about our relationship." With an anxious, vindictive gaze she looks at me. She's awfully good in looking madly. "We have been a long time together, but..." I stop talking to make it more dramatically.

"What is it?" She gets tears in her eyes. Big tears. She will totally burst.

"It's no use anymore to be in a relationship. I want to take a break. A break until my phone is fixed."

"Okay." She says. She concedes, but I know she's angry with me. She's able to murder.

"I'll see you later." As a kind of goodbye, I kiss her sweetly on the mouth. She doesn't stop and pushes me wildly against the bench. She pulls out my scarf and lacerates my shirt. "Let's keep this for another time." I laugh knowingly.

"Don't go away!" She shouts. Like a freak she start kissing me, but I push her off me. To the ground.

Ow no. Now I will be in troubles with her brother certainly.

I pull her up and run as fast as I can home. There's no time to stop and wave to a cab. I just want to go home and lock me up. Okay, I not will lock me up, but I will let my thought out of my mind. John will do that as the best.

On the go I try to prink my shirt. I lost a button. How do I explain this?

When I come home, John is absent. Rosie is lying in the couch and as still as possible I try to pass her like an mouse. I don't want to wake up this little baby. On the fridge there hangs a note.

Hey, Sherl

This time I am really working, so do not expect I'm in the bathroom.

Rosie will be hungry tonight, give her some around ten pm.

You don't will see me back before one am. I'm feeling sorry for this weird hours.

You want me to wake you up? Denote: yes or no.

Love you!

Smiling I read the note again. I'm so happy he cares for me so much.

With great enthusiasm I denote yes. I cannot sleep without a goodbye kiss from my John. Also I write:

You are the only one who can wake me up for anything!

I feel sorry for him he isn't here. I wanted distraction from him, but maybe Rosie will help me. A long time I stare at her. Her belly goes up and down and her paws lay under her head. I never thought I could have two love's at the same time, don't mentioning one.

I pull out my shirt and I seek a needle and dread, although I cannot sew. I open a video on YouTube and try to attach the button to my shirt. Firstly, the button doesn't looks like the others in any relative. Secondly, in one minute I stab my finger three times. It's better I don't become a tailor later.

I pull on my pyjama, and it's sad I throw away my shirt. Luckily it was one of my oldest shirts. In the meantime Rosie came to me and now she's enjoying the attention she gets from me. She is purring actively and she meows for food. Dubitably maybe to give milk, I give her a bowl with mini cat food. While she's eating, I sit on the couch and relax. Baby-sitting a kitten, it's harder than I thought. But enjoy it. She gets attention, I distraction. All the time I didn't think about troubles. Now she isn't in my vicinage anymore, the feelings come back on.

I grab my phone and I open the conversation with Molly/Moriarty.

[09:49pm] It was cosy in the swimming pool. –SH

[09:50pm] I agree. We should do this more often. –MH

[09:51pm] Sorry, that break was a mistake. I want to make it up. –SH

[09:53pm] I forgive you. Shall we meet again? –MH

[09:54pm] I'll let you know soon. This week I haven't much time. –SH

I turn out my phone. Enough with texting today. It's all planned game. I want to prove it isn't Molly. I am sure. Her overprotective brother appears everywhere. I am not safe, unless I don't leave my house. As long as I have John, it doesn't bother me.

At 12.30h I dodder to my room. Rosie is sleeping in the living room and I worry about her, because as a little cat she can come anywhere. I crawl right up in my bed and decide to not go to sleep.

I just want to wait until John comes home. Until I hear him making noises in the hallway. Until he greets Rosie. Until he opens the door of this room. Until he comes to me and gives me a wake up kiss, while I am sleeping fictitiously.

An hour later I hear John walking upstairs. He's half an hour later than expected, but I don't blame him. In the meantime I remembered me to close the door downstairs.

He opens the door and the light of the hallway penetrate the room. I open my eyes a few seconds and close them when he looks at me. He crawls on the bed and lays a hand on my thigh. As still as possible I don't move. He bends over me. Immediately thereafter I feel soft lips on my neck and I hear whispering in my ear.

"Hey. Time to wake up." He whispers romantically. He rubs my hair with his hand. "Sherlock." He repeats.

"Good morning." I say quietly. I turn around and keep my eyes closed.

"How are you?" He asks gently.

"Amazing, now you are here." I wrap my arms around his neck. I give him a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I will behave like a real gentleman and I'm going to close the door."

He nods understandingly. "Have a good time!" He remains crouched down on the bed.

Tired I walk to the front door. By force of habit I open the door and I look at the peaceful street. I snuff in the nice air. I walk a few meters forwards. Someone on the end of the street keeps an eye on me. I keep staring at the figure in the distance. He does not move. Finally he flies like a rocket to me. As rapid as possible I run into my house and close the door. For a while I lean against the door, trying to hear if the silence is returned. Confused I go back to the bedroom, where my sweet boyfriend is. I pretend there's nothing happened. Subtly I look outside through the window.

"It was fun?" I ask gently.

"Of course. I was there." He cheers jokingly.

"But I wasn't." I give him a subtle hint.

"I missed you, though. I always think of you. Even my work isn't more important." He pulls me closer to him. "What about you?"

"Being a detective isn't a job, it's a mission. So, you're more important than my work." I answer spryly.

"I could kill you." He laughs. His laugh is contagious.

"Wait a bit longer with that. Rosie is too young to process such a drama."

"Now you're talking about her; will we call her Holmes or Watson?" I reflect. This is a good question.

"I prefer Watson." I admit. "Nice name. And evidently all Watsons are sweet. But I don't think I know a Watson." He pushes me on the bed.

"Sometimes you are really mean." He bends over me and stares straight into my eyes.

"Thanks. I love you too." I push him away from me, but we're still looking at each other. He laughs because of my weird response.

"Actually I'm the only Watson who is nice."

"I cannot believe it. Your sister is at least as great as you."

"I am warning you. Don't chump up with her." He points at me as a severe teacher. With desire he looks at me.

"I would not dare. I have my hands full of one Watson."

"Two. John Watson. And... Rosie Watson."

Voici! Enjoy!! :)