(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 30.

AUTHOR NOTE

Hey guys, as you can probably tell I wasn't really trying when I was writing this so it's a bit crappy, sorry just not feeling too good these days :(. Anyways I should have my new story up sometime in the next week or so, so make sure you guys keep a look out for it and check it out. Okay, I'll just leave yous to it, love yas, comment and vote etc. BYEE

John's POV

Sherlock put his arm around me and grabbed hold of my hand. "Sherlock?" I whispered in his ear. He "hmm"ed in reply. "Why were you up so early ?" I asked before burying my head into the crook of his neck.

I felt the vibrations on my forehead as he talked, "oh, I just, er, couldn't sleep, that's all". "Don't lie to me Sherlock" I whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek. "Fine, I just had, erm, it was nothing, just a nightmare" he sounded a little nervous. I removed my head to face him, "what was it about Sherlock?" I asked as he cringed away from my eyes. "It-it was nothing, I swear John, I'm fine really" he said, speaking at an inhuman rate. "Sherlock, I get that you might not want to talk about it now, but can we talk later?" I asked and he nodded in reply.

I got up and looked around for my bag. "Er, Sherlock, have you seen my bag anywhere?" I asked as I got on my hands and knees, looking under the bed. "Yes, I packed for you this morning. It's by the front door." He said before lying down on the bed. "Oh, em thanks. Em, when are we leaving?" I asked him, standing by the window. "In about ten minuets" he said sitting up again.

Sherlock's POV

"Jesus Sherlock, you could of said something" he exclaimed as he made his way towards the bedroom door. It was only a couple of seconds before he scrambled back into my room, closing the door behind him, realising that he had only a towel on around his waist.

"Not think of saying anything, no?" He grunted at me. "Go and get my bag Sherlock, I need something to wear" he exclaimed, sounding exasperated. I murmured and oh before running down stairs and bringing his bag up with me.

When John was dressed we went down stairs and out to the car where Mycroft was already sat. "I swear you two take so very long to get ready it would cause me to go insane." He mumbled as we slid in the back. My annoyance lessened slightly when John slipped his hand into mine and drifted off to sleep his head upon my shoulder.

Halfway there John had snaked his arms around my torso and I was beginning to regret that he had done that because in 20 minutes I would have to unravel his arms and wake him up.

When the time came for me to awaken my sleeping beauty he began to stir slightly. I softly shook his shoulder trying to keep him awake. He groaned as he slid his arms from around and raised them over his head, stretching and yawning while doing so.