"Good evening," Mary said as she kissed her husband, "Good day?"

John let out a long sigh and sank down into the sofa as a response.

Mary chuckled lightly, "Like that was it, I'll pop the kettle on."

"You had a good day? How's Milly been?" John called after her.

"Great, yeah, she took her bottle no problems today," Mary replied reentering the room. She settled next to her husband and he wrapped an arm around her. They sat in comfortable silence until John's phone beeped.

"Oh...bloody hell," John groaned as he read the text.

Mary hummed a muffled 'what?' into John shoulder.

"Sherlock," John said as though that was explanation enough but Mary nudged him for more information, "Says he needs me for a case."

"And thats a problem because?"

"He wants me to be ready now," John dropped his head back against the seat.

Mary sat forward, "So get ready."

"I'm shattered," John puffed.

"He hasn't asked you to-" Mary began but she got interrupted.

"You go," John declared leaning forward again.

"I...what?"

"You go."

Mary stared at her husband which almost made him laugh.

"You are more than capable of running with Sherlock. Also, I think you want to," John gave his wife a knowing look. They were both addicted to danger underneath; she had that past.

"Do you think he'd mind?" Mary asked, deciding not to comment on the truth of John's words.

John shrugged, "We'll soon see. Now you get ready and I'll go and say 'hello' to my daughter."

...

Fifteen minutes later the door to the Watsons house flew open and a consulting detective marched purposefully inside.

"You should try knocking," John said glancing over his newspaper.

"John, I said be ready," Sherlock did not sound impressed.

"Oh, I'm not coming," John told him.

Sherlock blinked, "What?"

"I'm coming," said a voice from behind. Sherlock turned around and was greeted by Mary, "hello."

"Ah...the other Watson," Sherlock stated.

"Problem?" Mary asked her attitude not betraying the fact that she'd be gutted if there was.

"Do you have a gun?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes."

"Could be dangerous," Sherlock continued.

"Excellent."

Sherlock considered her for a moment then turned to John, "Don't wait up," he told him and then he span on his heels and started walking towards the door, "Come on, Mary."

Mary stopped to give her husband a quick peck on the cheek and whispered a meaningful, "Thank you," in his ear.

"Mary!" Sherlock shouted from outside.

"Oop," Mary smiled, "I'm in trouble already."

John laughed, "Get used to it."

...

John had a vague knowledge that Mary had entered their bedroom as he lay in a light sleep but he waited until he felt the bed dip before he spoke, "Have fun?"

Mary wriggled around a moment before getting comfortable. "That was...different," she responded but John could sense the smile that graced his wife's face too.

"You'll have to tell all in the morning," John yawned.

"Definitely," Mary sighed. There was silence for a minute.

"John? There is one thing."

"Hmmm?"

"He disappeared."

"Huh."

"The bugger left me stranded. He just vanished."

John snorted into his pillow, "He does that."

"Could have warned me."

"Consider yourself warned for next time."

Mary smiled into her pillow, "Next time?"

John hummed, "We can take it in turns now."

Silence again.

"Maybe I should start a blog," Mary mused. She soon started laughing though as she felt her husband playfully kick her.

"Only I do the blogging," John stated, "Now go to sleep."

...