Rolling over in bed the sheets were going up to my stomach, I'd forgotten to turn down the heater before bed...Again. So naturally, I basically tore down the sheets while asleep until the heat woke me up. I groaned going to turn down the heating. Although in the heated apartment the floorboards were still cold on my toes as I tiptoed to avoid my heels touching the floorboards. My oversized shirt that went to my upper thighs had only three buttons fastened although I'd done them all up hours earlier, all that moving made them unbutton.

"I turned down the heating for you if that's what you were doing." Jumping out of my skin seeing Sherlock sipping away at some tea while reading one of my books. I'm never one to be a vocal screamer but I was almost certain I'd had a heart attack.

"Jesus fucking Christ what are you doing here!?" I whisper shouted knowing the time.

"I see you're a lover of Mystery and poetry." He spoke while shutting the book he was reading. "And you play the piano although I've never heard you do so." My pulse was not slowing down, the anger running through me was deep. Couldn't have he waited until morning? "You're a fan of classical and jazz music and on the occasion listen to pop because of your sister. A very nice apartment, come and sit." I listened sitting down swiftly seeing him glance quickly to my cleavage that was almost on show because of the many buttons undone.

"What are you going here? It's three in the morning." All he did in response was pour some tea, fixing up my shirt he spun around the cup of tea to match the hand I'd pick it up with.

"John wanted me to apologise in the morning for me making you see the horrific murder scene and its morning so here I am." Both eyebrows knitted together as I frowned at him. Tilting my head back before rolling my neck to crack it I sighed.

"I don't think this is what he meant Sherlock." I breathed out and he quirked a brow at me.

"Why do you..."

"I'm saying I dought John wanted you to come down here at three in the morning to apologise. Not to mention I haven't gotten my thank you yet." Sherlock chuckled taking another sip of his tea.

"I'm not one to show sentiment." My eyes rolled while I placed the tea back onto the table.

"Than why are you here if not to apologise?"

"Observation. There are somethings that alluded me about you but know I can read you like a book." I scoffed knowing he was telling the truth. " And yet. Something intrigues me about you still." Sherlock stared at me eyeing my whole body as if I was a test subject. "You drawl in your sleep." He smiled almost sweetly but it was hard to tell from the lack of light. I stood, blushing slightly.

"Ok time for you to leave. I'd like to go back to bed now." Going to swat the fly out of my flat Holmes grabbed both my hands.

"Or we could do something else," Sherlock spoke in a low whisper making one of my eyebrows raise.

....

"Haha, I win!" I shouted tossing the last card onto the deck. Sherlock frowned seeing he lost once again.

"Alright, that's 22 for you and 21 for me." Sherlock drew up on the large piece of paper he had next to him as I started setting out the cards for the next game.

"What is with all the shouting sherlock! Some of us are.... (Y/n) what are you doing here?" John came roaring down the stairs until seeing the two of us on the floor, me with a cushion on my lap to cover the fact pants were not on me and Sherlock with merely a sheet over him. Although he had more clothes on before he changed once we came back up to his apartment three hours ago.

"Uno. Wanna play?" Sherlock stated lifting up his set of cards.

"I'm winning at the moment." I smiled before glancing to the clock near him. "Oh god is that the time? I have a morning run to attend to." Sighing while standing Sherlock looked offended. As if we hadn't spent the last three hours playing the same game. "Goodbye, sorry about the noise."

....

"Mum I told you, I'm fine. When have I ever made you worry?"

'All the time. I never know what you'll be doing. Unlike your sister, she's so easy to predict. Is she back together with that guy again?' My mother, always one to worry, smarter then she lets on.

"Yes. well, just let me know when you're over here. We can meet up with Jess and Jackson." It's not often the whole family is together. Jackson my older brother is always working like Jess, I have more freedom compared to the others.

'That does sound nice. I'll let you know and please stop trying to be a detective.' Jess told her about my living arrangements. Mother has never been fond of us being around danger all the time, I guess no mother wants that for their child.

A cabbie pulled over right near me almost covering me in rainwater, which is not what I want right now. Sherlock was in the cab along with John.

"(Y/n) we're on our way to the morgue. Care to join?" I crossed my arms, why the hell does he think I want to go there, I like spending my life away from dead bodies.

"Sherlock, what kind of invitation is that?" For some reason, I'm not sure but I opened the door.

"You're paying for the ride from here and back to the flat," I stated hopping in next to him and a large knowing smile grew on his face.