London was being incredibly boring. It had been weeks since an interesting case had surfaced and Sherlock Holmes was going a bit crazy. John had been taking extra shifts at the hospital leaving Sherlock alone in the flat hoping for something to catch his attention. He found himself wandering the streets of London late at night, observing the normal humans doing incredibly boring, normal people things.

After wandering around London for almost two hours, Sherlock had had enough and began heading back to Baker Street. It was around 2 in the morning on a cool fall night. Sherlock pulled out his phone he noticed a couple texts from John.

"Sherlock, where are you? JW"

"It's nearly midnight, when are you coming home? JW"

"I've left dinner in the oven for you. JW"

Ignoring the text, Sherlock continues walking home and arrives twenty minutes later to find John sitting in the living room, sipping on tea and reading a book.

"You were out late. Any reason as to why?"

"Bored."

"Well you really shouldn't be wandering the streets so late. Something could have happened."

"At least I would have had something to do."

"Being sent to the hospital is not something to do, Sherlock. Would you like to hear about my night?"

Sherlock shrugged off his coat, tossing it to the nearest chair and walked over to the seat opposite John, who had a very annoyed look on his face.

"You could at least hang that up rather than throwing it on the nearest object. It would be nice to have a tidy flat for once."

"I thought you had some kind of story you wanted to tell me." Sherlock says without even acknowledging Johns remark. He pulled his knees up to his chest and looked to John, preparing himself for the very likely chance this story would only bore him even more than walking around London.

"There's a new girl at the hospital, Charlotte. After our shift at the Hospital I took her out and we seemed to hit it off. I'm seeing her again tomorrow night."

"How wonderful for you John. Is she different from the others? Does she make your heart skip a beat. Being a Doctor I thought that might worry you some. You should have that checked out."

"No need to be rude Sherlock. She really is very nice."

"I do hope I'll be invited to the wedding. I don't know what I would do if I wasn't invited." Sherlock threw up his hands in the air and made a face before looking at John and raising an eyebrow indicating that he had no interest in Charlotte, or that they were to go out again.

Standing up, John set down his book, and without even looking at Sherlock and went straight to his room.

The next evening, Sherlock was standing at the window playing his violin when he heard the door to the flat slam shut and heavy footsteps marching up the stairs. It didn't take him very long to deduce that the second date did not go well. As John entered the flat, Sherlock quickly turned to see a very angry John Watson. He stopped right inside the door, and glared at Sherlock.

"I don't want to hear a word out of you! Not one single word. You turn around and play your damn violin all night. I'm going to BED."

Sherlock had lived with Doctor John Watson for almost three years now. He witnessed relationship after relationship fail, never taking much interest but this time, seeing as London was being so boring, Sherlock decided that he would try and help the lonely Doctor find love.

He honestly had no idea what he was doing.