He did it for you

Out of tune

John awoke to the sound of gunshots. He bolted upright in his chair and found Sherlock in his dressing robe, putting bullets in the wall.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing Sherlock?!"

Sherlock shot another round into the wall and spoke.

"My violin."

John glanced down to Sherlock's feet, where his violin laid. It was heavily scratched and some of the strings were missing.

"What happened to it?"

Sherlock reloaded the gun and spoke again.

"Someone must have broken in and destroyed it."

He shot the wall.

"Why would they do that exactly?"

"To anger me."

"No one knows you're alive! Maybe you did it while you were high."

"Don't be ridiculous John I destroy stuff when I'm sad."

John pointed to the bullet covered wall.

"You mean like that?"

"Precisely."

"So now what. You're just going to shoot the wall until we have a man made window?"

Sherlock lowered the gun and scratched his head with it.

"Guess not. Come on John."

"What? Where are we going?"

Sherlock put on his coat and turned to John.

"To get a violin."

Music store

"So someone broke into your flat and broke only your violin."

"Yes."

"Right well anything with a red tag are is sale, and the ones on the right have just come in."

"Thank you."

Sherlock walked over to John who was looking at the violins.

"See one you like?"

Sherlock put his hand on Johns shoulder and waited for an answer.

"The dark brown one right there."

He picked it off the stand and looked at it.

"But I don't know anything about these things. Best off not getting one I suggest."

"Nonsense, that one is fine."

Sherlock grabbed the violin and walked to the checkout counter.

"I see you got the one your husband picked out for you."

John sighed.

"Were not, I don't - nevermind."

They walked out the store and sat on a nearby bench. John turned to Sherlock and rubbed the back of his neck.

"How come you never correct them?"

"Hmm?"

"When they say were together."

"Do you really want to know why?"

John paused for a second then replied.

"Yes."

"Because I don't mind."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mind that people think that."

"Why not?"

"I don't think it's a big deal that's all."

John lowered his head and looked at the box containing the new violin

"Why do you care John?"

John looked at Sherlock.

"Because I'm not gay."

Sherlock grinned at John and looked away.

"What? I'm not! I've never been with a man!"

"Would you ever?"

John sighed and fiddled with the buttons on his jacket.

"I don't know. I've never thought about it before. Have you ever been with a man?"

"Yes."

"Oh, ok. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was important."

"It is to me Sherlock."

Sherlock stood up and smiled at John.

"Right well, I suppose we should head home then. Getting a bit late."

"Yeah, and I'm getting a bit peckish as well, should we grab something on the way back?"

"Angelo's sound good John?"

"Perfect."

They arrived home with the food and a note was stuck on the door.

"NO BULLETS IN MY WALLS! Love Ms. Hudson"

They spent the night laughing at the stuff that had happened that night and fell asleep watching crap telly.