***Hello and welcome to my new project. Some of you might not find it easy to read, as it gets darker in later chapters. I do hope you enjoy it and that you might find the time to leave a comment, that would be lovely! Thanks for making it this far! Enjoy***

The water was pouring down like rain. John sat in the bathtub, the shower turned up as hot as it could possibly go. He then heard someone knocking on the bathroom door but did not bother to say a word, or to even turn his head.

Lost in thought he watched as the water formed little drops on his skin, they grew bigger and bigger until finally they ran down.

For another few minutes, which could have been hours that went by without him noticing it, nothing happened. He just sat there his

knees drawn in, his head down and the hot water running over his shoulders and back.

Then he heard the knocking again and a few seconds after, Sherlock entered the room.

"John?" He asked but nothing. So he tried again "John? I don't mean to interrupt, but you´ve been in here for almost an hour. I…got worried, so I just went in. I hope you don´t mind. After all I have seen human bodies often enough to…John?" the detective was a bit startled by the lack of reaction.

Sherlock crouched down in front of the tub his friend was sitting in, still seemingly not noticing his presence. When he reached out for Johns shoulder, the man before him literally jumped, when he touched him. The doctor then looked Sherlock in the eyes, as if to make sure it was really who he though it was, while covering himself with his hands.

"No need to cover yourself John. I have seen it already" Sherlock said and John's ears went a bright shade of red. "What are you doing in here Sherlock?" The doctor wanted to know.

Sherlock straightened himself again, pulled his suit jacket down a bit and said, "well, I told you! You have been in here for a bit over an hour and I got worried. Also we have a case so if you want to come, I suggest you get dressed soon" He then turned and left.

When John did not show up a few minutes later, Sherlock took of without him. He was irritated of course but did not have the time to wait any longer.

Knowing, that his friend was gone, John went up the stairs to his room. When he reached it, he shut the door, locked it and curled himself up in a ball on his bed.

He wanted to be as small as he could possibly be. And he had no idea why. Somewhere inside him, there was something, that felt as heavy as a mountain and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

**As always I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters, I …only…borrowed ;) **