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

Chapter 32.

AUTHOR NOTE

Hey guys, I think you guys are gonna kill me after this chapter. Sorry. Well not really :).

Sherlock's POV

I was thinking when John came in, he threw something that softly landed in my lap. It slightly startled me, making my hands shoot away from under my chin. I looked down to see a bright red apple.

I moved my gaze up to John. He was lying on his stomach, hovering over a book, on his bed. I got up and slid down next to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist before leaning over and bringing my head down to his. I pressed my lips to his ear before asking what he was reading.

"Em, the, er, hunger games? Is this yours Sherlock?" He asked as he looked at the cover. I could feel my cheeks reddening. "Er, w-what, no, erm what makes you think I own that" I scoffed, pulling away from him and pushing myself into a sitting position.

"Well, 1, it's not mine and its in our room and 2, it says "property of Sherlock Holmes" inside the cover. That's what makes me think you own it" he said as he sat up beside me with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"Shut up John" I moaned at him as I felt my cheeks growing even redder. "So, what's it about?" He asked, elbowing me in the side. "John, seriously, shut up or I will have to leave." I mumbled, pretending to pout. "Guess I'll just have to read it then." He murmured to himself. "Fine then, but prepare to drown." I told him as I got up and jumped onto my bed.

"Wait, what do you mean "drown" ?" He asked me looking confused. I lifted my head from the pillow it was buried in to look at him and gave his the most serious look, I stared straight into his eyes. "In. Your. Feels." I stated icily before returning my head to the pillow.

"Okay Sherlock, I'm about to go drown in some "feels" " he chuckled as he used the bunny ears whilst he said "feels". He had read the first book in half and hour and was demanding the I found him the second one. I eventually found both catching fire and mocking jay. He snatched them both from my hands and begun reading straight away.

Two hours later I was soothing John by stroking his hair and rocking forwards and backwards whilst he sat on my lap and blubbered into my chest. He was just after reading chapter 24 and 25 of Mocking jay and he was snivelling at how sad it was that Primrose died.

"I told you John, but did you listen ? No, you wanted to drown" I cooed to him, talking as if he was a baby. "Sherlock, never let me read another book ever again, please" he said as he looked up to me with big puppy dog eyes. "You know not all of books are sad" I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I don't care, Suzanne has officially broken me." He mumbled into my top making it soggy. "It's alright, if you want to stick to your nerdy books, I'm perfectly okay with that." I said smiling down to him. He hugged me tightly before removing himself from my lap.

"Well I'm really bored so I'm gonna go to the library and get some of my "nerd books", see you" he said as he pulled on a jacket. "Okay bye, love you" I called after him and immediately clamped my hand over my mouth in hope that no one heard.

I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I splashed water over my face before walking back into the room. Something on John's bed caught my eye as I walked past. As I walked closer to it, it became clear that is was an envelope.

I picked it up and ran over to the window. It had my name on it, but was on John's bed. It was written by a male, by the looks of it he wore gloves. I slid the top of it open and pulled the letter out.

'Hello Sherlock,

So you and Johnny-boy have finally got together, how sweet. Gotten over me then, I don't think I believe that. You better keep an eye out for him, god knows what he could be up to. He could be dead right now for all you know. Well, I guess I'll see you around Sherlock. xx'

A/N

Do you guys know who it is?? it's pretty obvious.