"Right here is perfect." John said, and she peered out of his window to see his apartment. John paid the cab driver as she got out and grabbed her bags. She was finally going to see where John lived after the months they had been dating. It wasn't that she didn't trust him; it just struck her as odd that the man who was so open and honest about everything could be so secretive about where he lived. She stepped out; her heals hitting the pavement with a bit of noise. John was already out, his hand rubbing his neck.

"JOHN!" a man called out, hanging out the window with a big smile and wide arms. "I've got a 9!" She saw John's face light up. "Come on!" he urged impatiently and John glanced back to her and her bags.

"Go ahead," she encouraged, having heard enough talks about his cases to realize how important a 9 was.

"I'm coming Sherlock!" he yelled as he leaped from her side and raced up the stairs. He didn't spare her another thought.

She gave a small smile to his retreating back. "Maybe, one day," she mused "he'll love me like that." The cab driver shook his head with a laugh.

She saw him appear in the window and realized he never would.

Bullocks.