The First Solution

What next

Sherlock walked right into Greg's office as if he owned the place and John wasn't far behind. "Sherlock, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked in an exaggerated tone. "Sherlock and I are getting married" John said. Greg stared at Sherlock and back to John with a shockeded look on his face. "Congratulations, I told you he was a good one" he said to them both and then just John. "Boss we need you" Sargent Donavan said from the doorway. "Well, we best not keep you from your work" John said and started walking. Sherlock took johns hand and stared right at Sally as they left and innocently smiled. "Good day to you two" he said. "What just happened?" She asked as they left.

They returned home and to their surprise someone was moving into the downstairs flat. "Hello, I'm Jenny" she said and held out a hand. John happily shaked it and said "I'm John and this is Sherlock, we live upstairs". "It's a pleasure to meet you both" she said with a smile "Mrs Hudson told me me all about you two" she added. "Well we hope to see you around" John said and they walked up the stairs. Sherlock burst through the door and grabbed the red card from the table. He handed it to John. "Sherlock, what are you trying to say?" He asked as he read the writing. "I think that we shouldn't trust Jenny" Sherlock replied.

A few weeks passed and Rosie was back in 221b. They hadn't got another card in the mail and Jenny seemed to be acting like any normal neighbour. Sherlock walked in the door and was clearly out of breath. "Is everything ok Sherlock?" John asked. "Yes, I just solved another case" He said with a smile and then held up a pen. "A seemingly normal pen?" John asked, eyebrow raised. "Exactly, but it actually has a sharp tip that injects poison into its victim, it perfect explains how he could commit the murder without a weapon on him!" Sherlock said. "Why were you out of breath?" John then asked. "Well I had to fight him for it" Sherlock quickly replied as he casually scratched the back of his head. John just sighed.

Sherlock walked into the kitchen and made two cups of tea. "So I was thinking about us" Sherlock started "do you think we should start planning a wedding?". "I don't know Sherlock, I mean we have to take care of Rosie and the mysterious cards" John responded "it might not be the best time". Sherlock's face dropped but he quickly picked it up into a casual emotionless stare. "John, you once said that chances are gone before you know it, that I should leap at the chance to go after someone because they like me too" Sherlock said. "You're right Sherlock, it's just not that easy, you are in your first real relationship" John answered walking, over to join him in the kitchen "I just don't get to have the same luxuries". Sherlock hesitated before placing a hand on John's shoulder. "I know I couldn't possibly understand what you have went through all your life, I can't fix it, but I'm here for you and Rosie" he explained before bringing him in for a gentle hug. "I love you Sherlock, I just need time" he slowly said back.

As Sherlock and John pulled apart they both felt conflicted and confused. It was the confusion that could hurt or heal a situation. It was exactly what they had felt before, many times, in the last few years. Sherlock silently walked over to his violin and picked it up. "You need to rest, lie there on the couch and I'll play you something" he said pointing his bow in that direction. John lay down on the couch and closed his eyes as Sherlock began to play a beautiful melody. It was sweet and slow and the room felt calm. John listened to the tune as Sherlock brought his bow back and forth and heard the gentle steps he took as he glided around the room. As the music faded away the weight of their worries did too. Sherlock put down his violin slowly and carefully. He placed a blanket over John and then went to bed.