It had been four months since Sherlock had been admitted to the hospital. All four of them; Addaline, Sherlock, Jayme, and John; had been at Baker Street for a month now. Sherlock was finding it difficult to get around with a limp that he was very irritated with. Addaline had been staying in 221B with Sherlock, while helping him heal. They'd tried to have sex once or twice, but it proved too difficult for Addaline to do, which frustrated her to no end. The bruising was still there on her, and when Sherlock first saw it, he panicked, needless to say.

As for Jayme and John, they had moved up together into Addaline's apartment: 221A. They were more like roommates than a couple at this time, but they were easily getting closer. They mostly held hands and kissed eachother's cheeks, but neither of them had taken that first step to make it an actual relationship, despite everyone telling them they should. (Mrs. Hudson was their biggest supporters, and was just glad to see her boys happy.)

There had been no sign of Jim or Jameson, for Baker Street was now a livable fortress.


Addaline was in the kitchen, reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee. She wasn't sure if Sherlock was up yet, but she was pretty sure she'd hear him cursing when he was. The paper was boring, as it had been lately. There hadn't been many cases at all since they returned, as Lestrade was making sure Sherlock wasn't going to push himself with his injuries. Addaline knew well that he was getting bored, since leaving Baker Street was far too difficult with the pain he was still in.

Jayme was finishing up cleaning the hardwood floor. She loved her cousin and her crazy ideas, and had kept the bedroom scene. However, the summer scene was just a bit too much, covering the floor as well. She kept to her cousin's idea, and made the kitchen have a winter feel, and the bathroom a springy thing. She was just glad Addaline was willing to finish painting the other two rooms. Jayme couldn't help but to feel a little antsy. It had been way too long since she shot something, and when John was finally awake, she was going to ask him to go to the shooting range with her, perhaps to play some paintball.

Little known to Jayme, John was already up and in Sherlock's flat. Addaline could hear arguing from up in John's room upstairs; something about "No, it doesn't work like that." and "Sherlock stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" And "OH MY GOD NO THAT'S MY COMB!" There was some sort of struggle, then John marched down the stairs, muttering angrily. "Addaline, I'm not sure what to do. Your boyfriend is sexually frustrated and he's "experimenting" on things to solve it." He crossed his arms. "Experimenting on my things."

"What about this pillow?" Sherlock called from upstairs.

"NO! SHERLOCK IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT!"

There was a few moment's of silence. "You're right. It doesn't."

John groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I must disinfect everything."

"What about the blowdryer?"

"What- NO! Don't do that-"

"But it has the word "blow" in it!"

"SHERLOCK NO."

Jayme heard the commotion and looked a little worried. She walked over to the room Sherlock was in and peeked in. "Sherlock, are you okay I-" she stopped mid sentence when he seemed to be struggling. "... are you stuck?" she asked.

Addaline looked up from her paper and coffee at all of the commotion. "Why on your things?" she asked, but the argument ensued. She shook her head and couldn't help but to smile slightly. "I'll see what I can do."

Sherlock was sitting on the bed, holding a blow dryer to his crotch and pouting adorably. He nodded a little. "I can't get it off."

"Because he doesn't want to dirty his things." He groaned.

Jayme smiled sympathetically. "I'll go get Addaline." she said and shut the door. She walked downstairs and looked in on John and Addaline. "Guys, he got it stuck." she said with a chuckle. "Addy, you should go help the poor guy out. You know he's not going to hurt you, but rather he's hurting himself."

Addaline put her cup in the sink and chuckled at John. "Sounds like Sherlock." she said. When Jayme came in, she looked at her cousin. "He's stuck now?" she asked. When her cousin started on her, she sighed. "I know... there's just something stopping me... I don't know what..." she said softly. She didn't realize that Sherlock hadn't said I love you to her yet, and that's what was stopping her from moving on. She knew he did, but he never really confirmed it.

John stared in disbelief and smacked his hand to his forehead. "Seriously? He's stuck? Great. Now I need a new hairdryer." He got up and patted Addaline's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll help him." He walked up the stairs.

"John it's stuck."

"I know, hold still."

"Wait- what are you doing?"

"I said hold still Sherlock."

"This isn't logical! This will cause the most amount of- NO LET IT GO!'

"SHUT UP AND LET ME DO THIS."

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Addaline nodded to John, and stared at her coffee cup in the sink. She'd been feeling terrible these last few months about everything.

Jayme saw the look on her face and sighed, walking over and wrapping her arms around her cousin. Addaline buried her face into Jayme's neck when Sherlock yelled out. Jayme nuzzled her gently and sighed. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you, you know. He loves you."

John came trotting down the stairs a few moments later, the beginning of a bruise forming on his head. "He threw it at me and how is hiding under my covers." he informed them.

Jayme grimaced, since the bruise looked bad. "Ouch." she said and let go of Addaline, walking over and checking out his head. "We'll get some ice on that."

Addaline felt somewhat responsible that John got hurt. She walked past him and smiled slightly. "I'll go talk to him." she said and headed upstairs. She walked into the apartment and knocked gently on the door. "Sherlock?"

John smiled at Addaline and nodded. "Thank you." He looked at Jayme and chuckled. "No, it's fine. But thank you."

Sherlock didn't hear her, but assumed the knock was John. "No John, go away. You didn't even say you were sorry."

Jayme shook her head. "Don't be stubborn." she said with a grin and sat John down at the kitchen table. "You know it doesn't work on me." she said as she went into the freezer. She, however, shut it quickly as soon as she saw the severed head in there.

Addaline peeked her head in. "I'm sorry?" she said and smiled. She could already tell he was in pain the way he was laying. She walked in and closed the door behind her, walking over to him and sitting on the edge of the bed.

John chuckled and listened, sitting down. "Yes yes I know.." He noticed her reaction and was confused for a moment, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's a head in there, isn't there."

Sherlock peeked out of the covers and perked up. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know it was you..."

Jayme nodded, and didn't dare to open the freezer again. "I'll head upstairs and grab the frozen peas up there. I'll be back." she said and went quickly upstairs. She grabbed the peas and came right back down, as she said she would. "Geez. I wonder who put it in there."

Addaline smiled softly and brushed his hair from his forehead. "It's alright, I was joking when I said it." she chuckled softly. "Sherlock, what were you thinking with the blow dryer..? You're not hurt, are you?"

John shook his head and rubbed his temples.' I'm so sorry about that.. He likes doing experiments and doesn't really think that it might be disgusting."

Sherlock nuzzled her hand and smiled sweetly. He looked down at his lap and shrugged. "It's fine.. He just yanked really hard."

Jayme chuckled. "I was wondering actually between the two which one put it in there. Addaline does the same thing from time to time." she said and gently put the peas against the bruise on his head.

Addaline chuckled. "You missed my question. Why did you use a blow dryer in the first place? I showed you how to masturbate a while ago, remember?" she said softly and nuzzled him gently.

John looked up at her, surprised. "Does she really? Wow... They really are meant for each other." He leaned into the bag and sighed contently.

"My hand got boring." He pouted. "So I tried experimenting with other things.. I've concluded that it didn't work." He sighed.

Jayme chuckled. "Both stubborn too." she said and leaned down, kissing his forehead gently. "Sometimes I worry about them though."

Addaline smiled sympathetically and kissed his forehead gently. "Goofball." she said affectionately and pulled his head against her chest gently, playing with his hair.

John smiled warmly at her. "Worried about them? Why? I think they have a mostly perfect relationship."

Sherlock smiled and wrapped those long, slender arms around her waist, nuzzling her collarbone slowly. "Addaline? May I confide something in you?"

"That's why I'm worried. I bet their fights aren't going to be easy to bounce back from, when and if they do happen." Jayme said softly, looking worried as she spoke about it.

Addaline looked down at him and smiled softly. "Of course you can, Sherlock. What's on your mind?"

"Honestly, they bounced back from a fight fairly quickly, given that Addaline ran off to New Zealand." He spoke softly. "She'd run off because he didn't tell her something."

Sherlock stared up at her quietly for moments at a time, seeing to be trying to figure out how to say what he needed to say correctly. He swallowed back a little nervousness and leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you."

"The only reason why she talked to him is because he broke down crying." Jayme said with a soft chuckle. "Honestly, she probably would've thrown something at him if nothing had happened to her after their fight."

Addaline stared at him, in shock for a moment. That was the last thing she was expecting from him, but that's what it took. She cupped his face and kissed him back, but with more passion than he had. "I love you too Sherlock. So much." she whispered softly against his lips.

John nodded and looked at the floor. "I think they'll be fine."

Sherlock jumped as they're lips met; he was afraid she was going to panic when he said that. He kissed her back deeply and smiled warmly, holding her close.

Jayme lifted his chin and smiled softly at him. "I just worry. You're right." she said and kissed his nose gently.

Addaline melted into that kiss, letting out a relieved sigh against his lips. She looked up at him when she pulled back and managed a smile. "Would you like to try again?" she asked softly.

John gently wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her chin. "You're such a good cousin."

Sherlock looked at her, confused for a moment, before he realized what she said. "No, no. No... It's alright."

Jayme chuckled softly. "She's been through a lot. Of course I'm gonna worry." she said and smiled softly at him. "She's more like a sister to me than a cousin."

Addaline nipped lightly at his bottom lip. "Are you suuuure?" she questioned, letting him revise his answer if he really wanted to.

"More of a sister than Jameson was a brother, I assume?" He said softly, nuzzling her shoulder.

Sherlock couldn't read her. He didn't see any nervousness in her... "Only if you want to... I don't want to scare you."

Jayme chuckled softly. "Yes, moreso." she said and nuzzled his temple gently. She let out a soft sigh. "How's your head doing?"

Addaline smiled softly. "I think I'll be all right." she said and kissed him slowly and passionately.

"It's fine. I told you that in the beginning." He smiled and kissed her chin.

Sherlock kissed back tenderly and gently pulled her onto his lap. "Go at your pace, okay?"

"Sass." Jayme chuckled softly and nuzzled his forehead. "I worry about you too John." she said softly.

Addaline straddled his lap. She nodded and smiled softly, moving her hands up into his hair and kissing him softly. Her body wanted to react at first, but she remembered what he said and it made her relax.

"The sassiest." He grinned and looked up into her eyes. "You've no need to worry."

Sherlock placed gentle, strong hands on her hips. He noticed the bit of tension, and smiled when she relaxed, kissing her sweetly. "I love you so.."

"That's a lie. You've been getting yourself hurt just as much, if not more than my cousin." Jayme smirked at him.

"I love you too." Addaline said softly to him, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. She loved saying it to him, whispering it against his lips. She moved her hands from his hair and gently stripped him of his shirt.

John laughed lightly. "Yes, but I'm fine, aren't I? I'm usually always fine. I'm John Watson, or Superman as Sherlock calls me."

And he loved hearing it. Those sweet words were the sound of angels to him. "I love you more than deducing things." He mumbled with a cute smile, slipping his hands under her shirt.

"You're still human, and there will be a time you won't bounce back so easily." Jayme said with good meaning. She smiled and leaned her forehead against his. "When that times comes, I'll be here for you."

Addaline couldn't help but to chuckle. "Well, I can't really beat that one, can I?" she said with a grin and arched slightly against his hands, nipping lightly at his jaw.

John looked into her eyes and smiled. "I look forward to having you snuggle and nurse me back to health." He teased.

He grinned sweetly and planted sweet kisses her neck, moving her shirt off her body. "More than deducing and science and cigarettes..."

"Even cigarettes? Wow, I'm a lucky gal." Addaline joked lightly and shivered delightfully when he kissed her neck. She let out a soft sigh and nuzzled his neck. "I missed this. Even just this, being close without being afraid."

Jayme grinned. "And scoldings. You know I will scold you for getting yourself beat up so badly." she said and caressed his cheek gently. She stared back at him and decided what the hell. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against his.

”I am the lucky one...” he chuckled and planted gentle kisses on her collarbone. ”I missed it too... I was going out of my mind with out you being so close...” he looked up to her. ”I was worried you would never trust me again.”

”I don't mind.” he chuckled. He was taken by surprise as their lips met, but he pressed back, placing his hand on her neck.

Addaline closed her eyes and let out a content sigh again, nuzzling the top of his head. "It just took time. My head trusted you, my body didn't." she said softly. She shuffled and laid back on the bed, pulling him on top of her.

Jayme wasn't actually expecting him to kiss her back, so it delighted her that he did so. She kissed him slowly and sweetly, not used to kissing at all.

Sherlock winced as she rolled them and kissed her tenderly. ”I know...” he leaned down, kissing her neck gently.

John kissed her with a gentle passion, caressing her neck. He felt her nervousness and let her take the lead.

Addaline noticed him wince and she whimpered. "I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked suddenly.

Jayme pulled back and felt herself blushing brightly. "Wow.." she murmured softly. "I've been missing out on that this whole time?" she questioned. It was her first kiss after all.

”No, its alright. I'm fine.... Just moved too quickly.” he kissed jer forehead,nibbling her neck.

”Missing out on what? Kissing?” he chuckled. ”Have you never been kissed?”

Addaline nodded slightly, though she was still worried. She arched her neck when he started nibbling at it. She moaned softly and very gently ran her hands down his chest.

Jayme nodded. "Not till just now." she said with a sheepish grin. "Yeah... odd, I know.'

Sherlock sighed his pleasure at the soft feel of her hand and gently let his fingers glide into her pant line. His eyes trailed back to hers, making sure he wasn't pushing the line. When he saw that she was still relaxed, he gently pushed them down, leaning down to kiss her ribs.

”That's not odd... though it does make me feel like I've tainted you.” he admitted, nuzzling her cheek. John didn't want her to feel like she was forced into anything.

Addaline blushed lightly, but she didn't feel afraid anymore. She smiled down at him when he looked up at her, wrapping her arms around his head and holding his head against her diaphragm with a soft sigh. It was finally not purple anymore, but had turned that yellowing color bruises did.

"Tainted me? More like cured me." Jayme said with a light laugh and nuzzled the side of his head gently. "At least it was enjoyable." She admitted and pecked him lightly on the lips again. Oh how she wanted to kiss him more. She knew no boundaries.

Sherlock brushed his thumbs against the yellow spots. Moriarty would pay for what he did to her. He kissed them lightly. "How are they feeling?" He whispered, slipping her shirt away.

"Cured you?" John looked a little surprised and pecked her lips back. "Now how *peck* in the world *peck* would a simple kiss cure someone?" He smiled sweetly. "It makes me feel like prince charming."

Addaline looked down at what he was talking about and chuckled softly. "They don't hurt anymore. They just look gross." She smiled and tossed their shirts on the floor. She kneeled down in front of him and pulled him slightly to the edge of the bed, taking off his pants fully and tossing them with hers. She noticed how his member looked a bit sore from its adventure with the blow dryer.

Jayme laughed lightly. "I've never. Been kissed. Before." She said, pausing as she kissed him again and again. "So technically you've cured me of that..." she whispered softly against his lips, before kissing him again.

Sherlock scooted down to the edge, his eye twitching a little as his feet touched the floor. "I think you look beautiful no matter what..." He smiled and leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. His shaft was a tad sore, but it was nothing compared to the frustration eating at his brain.

John smiled that bright Watson smile and gently placed his hands on her hips. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He wondered out loud, kissing her chin.

Addaline immediately noticed the wince and rubbed his thighs soothingly. She blushed at his comment and let out a soft purr against his lips when he kissed her. While he was kissing her, she gently took his shaft into her hand.

Jayme tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. God how much she had come to love his smile in these last four months. "It's a good thing. Doctors are supposed to cure people." She said with a wink and her own grin.

Sherlock physically tensed at her hand. It was entirely different from his own... Hers was soft and sweet and full of love and passion; something he couldn't get all by himself. A light sigh of pleasure passed his lips as he was touched.

"Does that make me Dr. Prince Charming?" He grinned and leaned up, pecking her lips. "And does that make you Princess Knight in Shining Armor?" He teased.

Addaline smiled warmlgy against his lips and nipped lightly at his bottom lip. His tending didn't seem like it was out of pain, but Addaline wasn't sure, so she was gentle as she stroked his length.

"Well damn, I guess it does." Jayme said with a light chuckle. She'd forgotten that hey were still in 221b and that her cousin was up with Sherlock in Jayme's (and John's as of recent) apartment. Like they switched places.

Sherlock smiled at the playful nipping and moaned lightly against her lips. He deduced quickly that it wasn't the sex he missed. It was the intimacy. And not intimacy with just anyone, oh no. Just her. He missed her touch and her love.

John grinned cutely and kissed her cheek. He looked up at the ceiling. "They've been up there a while.. Should we check on them?"

Addaline pressed her body up against his, capturing his lips sweetly with hers. She deduced the same thing he had, but she had figured that out earlier. Addaline gently pushed him back on the bed, crawling over him without moving from that tender lip lock.

Jayme shook her head. "Honestly, either their asleep or doing something else. We wouldn't want to disturb them, and we could always wash the sheets." or exact revenge and do it on their bed. she thought deviously.

Sherlock eased himself back, sucking lightly on her bottom lip as he pulled her onto his lap. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this? I don't want you to force yourself..." He leaned down, nipping her neck and breathing in her scent. "If you force yourself, you'll only revert back to being afraid.."

John nodded, his thoughts more innocent than that. "I suppose so. It still gives me the willies that Sherlock is sexually active." Heshuddered.

Addaline smiled softly and nipped his bottom lip, grinding her hips against his slowly. She was mostly testing herself, and she was relieved to find no disgust as a delightful shiver went up her spine. "Don't worry.... I'm alright." She purred.

"The willies? Why does it give you the willies? I mean, isn't it a good thing he has found someone he trusts?" Jayme questioned, moving up and sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sherlock moaned lightly and slid a hand down, pressing his palm to her groin. "I'm glad.." He whispered in that low, sexy voice. He slid away her pants, leaning down to suck on her chest. She had such soft, sweet skin.

"I don't like imagining other men sexually active in the first place, and to think of my awkward virgin best friend is an entirely different story." He chuckled, holding her close.

Addaline moaned and arched against his hand, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face into his hair. She breathed in his scent, intoxicated by it all.

"He's technically not a virgin anymore." Jayme pointed out and nuzzled his temple gently. "Guess that makes me the only one."

Sherlock pressed his middle finger to her clit, rubbing it firmly and slowly. He nipped down her chest and sucked sweetly on her nipple.

"See? I don't like thinking about it." He chuckled and rested his chin on her shoulder. "That's a rare thing to be these days."

Addaline shivered and bit her bottom lip lightly, letting out a soft moan. She wanted him so terribly, she figured just as much as he wanted her. She carefully moved, recalling that he would still be sore by the way he winced at a few points when he moved. She pulled him on top of her carefully.

Jayme chuckled lightly and nuzzled him gently and held herself against him with a content sigh. "Oh, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the shooting range later.. perhaps like a date?"

Sherlock ignored the dull throbbing as he was moved and pulled the blankets over them. He kissed her sweetly, carefully pressing into her.

"A date with a beautiful woman while shooting things? That sounds lovely to me." He chuckled and kissed her cheek.

Addaline smiled up at him before he kissed her. She kissed him back just as sweetly and relaxed herself completely, trusting him fully.

"Paintball then? Versus." Jayme suggested with a wide grin. "Me and you. This'll be interesting." She said and stood up, taking his hands into her own.

Sherlock was slow and gentle as he entered her, a soft groan escaping his lips. He nuzzled into her neck, thrusting his hips sweetly.

"The solider against the SWAT member... Interesting indeed." He grinned and laced their fingers together.

Addaline arched her neck as he nuzzled it, moaning softly. She wrapped her legs around his waist carefully, still trying to be careful not to hurt him. "Mmmmm... Sherlock...."

Jayme grinned and led him out the door. "I call the yellow paint." She laughed as she led him out of Baker street. She waved her hand for a taxi. Luckily, she had all her favorite places memorized, and even knew where Addaline's work was.

The bruising was only barely faded on Sherlock's shoulders, as was the foot shaped one on his chest. He kissed her lips, her neck, her collar. He tasted every bit of her as he bucked, sighing softly in pleasure and reveling in her sweet sounds.

John followed quickly. "I call the purple." He smirked and pecked her cheek.

Addaline bit her bottom lip slightly and arched her neck more, a shudder running through her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, pulling him close with her legs.

Jayme blushed lightly and smiled warmly. She hopped into the taxi and pulled him behind. She told the driver where to go, then once John was seated, she pressed her lips tenderly against his.

Sherlock breathed deeply through his nose and hardly even noticed the pain in his hip, having hit it when Delilah threw him. He kissed her passionately, pressing deeply into her. "I love you.." He whispered.

John got cozy next to her and kissed back sweetly, wrapping an arm around her waist. "So where is this place?"

Addaline loved the feeling of his hot breath against her throat, the feeling of his body being pressed against hers. Addaline moaned softly against his lips when he kissed her and pressed deeply into her, making her shudder. "I love you too..." she whispered back to him, catching his lips in another deep kiss.

Jayme snuggled against his side and nuzzled his neck gently. "It's out of town, in one of the smaller ones next over." She said with a light chuckle.

The consulting detective gently dug his fingers into her hips, lifting her slightly and picking up speed. He poured all his heart into that kiss, pressing their bodies firmly together. "Only you.. Forever you..."

"I haven't gone shooting in a while.. This is going to be very interesting." He chuckled, leaning his head on her shoulder.

Addaline felt close, but she didn't want this closeness to end. She gripped into his hair lightly, only because she didn't want to grip anywhere else and hurt him. His words made her heart feel like it was swelling.

Jayme smiled at him and nuzzled the top of his head gently. "I'm sure you'll do alright." She said confidently and took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

She might have been close, but Sherlock wanted to go for hours. He bucked firmly, hitting her g-spot precisely with every thrust. There was nothing he wanted more that to drive her over the edge multiple times and see her squirm in pleasure.

John brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back gently. "Thank you." He kissed her cheek.

Addaline's body tensed as she hit her orgasm, but he kept going, making it just go on and on. "Sherlock!" She moaned out, gripping his hair. She shuddered underneath him, keeping her legs around his waist.

Jayme smiled warmly and nuzzled his cheek gently and kissed him lightly. She felt infatuated with him, and wanted nothing more to be in his arms. She didn't care that the taxi driver was there.

Sherlock groaned as her muscles tightened around him. He quickly flipped them over, sitting up and keeping her on his lap as he bucked his hips harder. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to drive him over the edge, but he held back just for her.

John bundled her in his arms and kissed back back sweetly. He could get lost with this one. She wasn't like the rest.

Addaline rocked her hips against his, another orgasm building quickly. She held herself against him as he thrusted into her, whining softly as her body shivered, feeling over sensitive.

Jayme was already lost. She was melded perfectly into his arms, kissing him sweetly and tenderly. She barely even noticed the cab come to a halt. "We're here." The cab driver said with a smile back at them.

Sherlock's hot breath panted against her neck as he rolled his hips smoothly. He felt her begin to tense and picked up strength and speed to drive her over the edge.

John was melting into her when the cabbie spoke up. "Hm? Oh, alright." He took out some cash and handed it to the man. "Thank you, cheers."

It honestly didn't take much. Addaline came to another earth shattering orgasm, her body shuddering in his arms as she buried her face into his neck. She moaned, her hot breath against his neck.

"Thanks" the cabby said and drove off once they were out. Jayme chuckled and took his hand again. "Shall we?"

He gritted his teeth, trying his damnedest to hold back as he let her ride out her orgasm. He slowly pulled out, his member throbbing with the need to release. He kissed her tenderly and snuggled her close.

John laced their fingers together and led her towards the range. "Very nifty place..."

Addaline felt as though she could barely catch her breath. She kissed him back and reached down, stroking his member firmly.

Jayme looked around in awe of the place. "This one is huge compared to the ones out in the U.S." she said and noticed a sign on the entrance. No private rooms. "Hmmm... then lets see. There seems to be a lot of people out on the range... how about we team up against them?"

Sherlock held their lip lock, panting through his nose, then pressing his forehead to her shoulder, groaning as he came.

John looked at her and smirked. "Sounds like a plan. Come." He took her hand and led her to the stand, signing them in and paying. "You can get your equipment around that corner." The man smiled. John thanked him and led her over.

Addaline kissed the side of his head gently as she held him, just glad he was able to have his release finally. She chuckled softly. "Feel better?"

Jayme smiled at the man and went around the corner to the equipment. She was getting checked out and stared at, and she realised she was the only female there. "Well.. this is gonna be interesting.." she mumbled.

Sherlock snuggled close to her side and nuzzled her shoulder, his arm draped around her stomach. "Yes.. Very much so. I'm glad you're alright with me now..."

John wrapped a protective arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. "No worries..You'll show all of them who's boss." He handed her the gear and strapped himself up.

Addaline nodded and sighed in content, nuzzling her face into his neck. "Mmm. I'm glad I'm alright now too." She said and snuggled back against him, draping her leg over his.

Jayme grinned and started getting set up. She got two handguns strapped to her legs, and an automatic sniper rifle on her back. A guy walked over to them and leaned on the table they were at for practice shooting. "Hey cutie, you're strapped up wrong." He said. Jayme was about to tell him off, but she realised he wasn't looking at her. She looked at John and bit her lip to keep herself from laughing that he was being flirted with.

Sherlock chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I know this is physically impossible and completely illogical, but can we stay like this for the rest of eternity?" He asked.

John wasn't looking, so he assumed the guy was talking to her. "She knows what she's-" He paused when the guy was staying directly at him, his face lighting up. "Does anyone care that I'm not gay?"

Addaline smiled sweetly and nuzzled his neck. "If when you say eternity, you mean until John and Jayme kick us put of their room, then yes."

Jayme smiled to the guy that suddenly looked like he was hurt. "Don't worry, he didn't mean anything mean by it." She said and nuzzled John. "What he meant to say is that he'll fix it, and thank you for pointing it out." She said and took John's arm lightly, and it obviously looked like they were a couple, so the guy nodded and smiled, walking away a little dejectedly, but yet proudly.

"And after that?" He grinned, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "We can continue in our room and wake them up in the middle of the night for a case."

John pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like an asshole. "I'm sorry, yes, thank you, I'll fix it. Thank you." He waved and fixed the belts. "Do I look gay?"

"What, you mean more rounds in our room?" Addaline asked with actual surprise. She didn't think he could go again in the same day.

Jayme chuckled softly and helped him with the belts. "I have no idea. I don't think so, honestly." She said with a soft smile and a smirk grew on her face suddenly. "But just in case.." she said and grabbed the belts on his shoulders, pulling him forward and kissing him deeply.

"Mayhaps." He grinned sheepishly, then immediately stopped and snuggled her. "Unless you don't want to. Then that is completely understandable. We can just do some cases."

John pouted, contemplating why people thought he was gay, them meeped as he was kissed. He placed his hands on her hips, kissing back tenderly.

Addaline smiled warmly and caressed his cheek gently. "I will do whatever you want to do." She said and kissed him tenderly. "I love you."

People stopped watching them with their hopes dashed. She kissed him deeply, but lovingly. She pulled back after a moment and stared into his eyes. "Problem solved."

Sherlock held that tender kiss for a few moments before whispering "I love you too..." He suddenly got a mischievous face. "So we can go on cases?"

John's cheeks were aflame, but he smiled warmly and nuzzled her. "Thank you.."

Addaline chuckled softly and nuzzled under his chin. "Start small first. Start with paperwork ones, then once you can actually walk, we can start on the physical ones." She said. "I'd have to talk to Lestrade anyways."

Jayme smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. "Anytime. You're a great kisser." She laughed lightly and took his hand. "Come on, we've got alotta ass to kick." She said and led him into the doorway that lead to the game place. The new game was about to start. He gate would rise, and it would be a free for all. Jayme took out one of the hand guns and cocked it, making sure the safety was off.

”Dull.” Sherlock groaned and strretched his arms outwards. ”I can limp perfectly to a case. My mind is rotting to Anderson's level without a case... I nearly went to the internet to look at cat videos.”

John took off his safety and gave her a good luck kiss before tumbling out like a soldier into the battle field. He snuck around, quickly shooting someone in the leg.

Addaline gave a soft laugh. "Sherlock, your healing is more important right now. Like I said, I'll talk to Lestrade, to start you off with some recent cases that have gone cold. Hes asked me to take a look at them, but I didn't want to do it without you. Donovan doesn't trust me much, so shes been trying to tell Lestrade that I'm bad news."

Jayme grinned. Once he was out, she went in an opposite direction, bounding up a ladder that was there. She was quick, and kept going with one hand to shoot someone she noticed was aiming at her. She caught him twice, in the shoulder, and in the gut, which made him double over in time for her to make it to the sniper's nest.

"If Donovan tries to smear your name at all, I will post up all the pictures her and Anderson took across London. And I will tell her that." Sherlock said, looking rather serious. No one messed with his Addaline.

John noticed her climbing and shot a guy aiming for her from behind in the side, leg, back and shoulder. He smiled up at her and tumbled into a corner, taking aim and shooting again.

Addaline laughed lightly and nuzzled him. "Oh, don't worry about her. I know how to deal with people like her." She kissed his neck gently.

Jayme set up the sniper rifle, being back enough to where they would hit her gun, but not her unless they were in the loft with her. One by one, she took aim and got critical hits on each of the players.

"As do I." Sherlock arched his neck and gave a light murr of approval before snuggling her back into his chest. "Why can I just have crutches and go to a case?"

John couldn't help but keep looking up at her, so impressed and fascinated by her. It nearly cost him a shot as someone took terrible aim and shot the wall near his arm. He jumped and quickly got the guy in the chest.

Addaline smirked. "Don't ask me, ask Lestrade." she said and nuzzled into his chest, letting out a content sigh. She could stay in his arms like this forever. "Still, your shoulders would be doing a lot of the work with crutches. Are you sure they'd be up for it?"

Jayme started shooting people she had already shot, covering them in more yellow. Someone missed her, hitting right by her sniper riffle. "Come down here and fight like a man!" someone yelled, who had been hit by her four times.

”We'll find out won't we?” he said in a sultry voice and a clever grin. ”Or I'll just have Lestraud send me a wheelchair and wheel myself around.” He stretched a bit.

”She doesn't have to.” John called, shooting the guy in the back multiple times.

Addaline chuckled softly and sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbows. "I couldn't let you do that. I'd push you around so it would be less of an effort." she said and kissed his cheek gently.

Jayme chuckled softly, completely in the zone. She barely noticed someone coming up the ladder, but looked over and noticed the guy pulling out his gun. She was quicker though and shot him in the mask, having him yell and fall out of her sniper nest.

”You can't stress yourself either, love..” He said sweetly, caressing her cheek. I am perfectly capable of rolling myself around.”

John covered his mouth and tried not to laugh, instead yelping as he was shot in the back.

Addaline smiled warmly at him and nuzzled his hand gently, planting a gentle kiss on his palm. "It's not that stressful. It's not like you're super heavy." she said and poked his side gently. "You and John both. You guys need to eat more."

The countdown was going, thirty more seconds before the game was over. Addaline took aim, and shot the guy that shot John in the mouth, since he didn't have a full mask on, and grinned as he coughed up yellow.

"I eat plenty." Sherlock said as a-matter-of-factly. "And John eats plenty as well. I make sure of that." He caressed her lips with his thumbs. "You need not worry about me..."

John looked back and flinched at the shot, but grinned anyway. He ducked out of the way and shot another guy in the arm.

Addaline stared at him lovingly and leaned foreward, kissing his nose. "I'll always worry about you, Sherlock." she said and kissed him sweetly.

Jayme looked up as the buzzer went off, signaling that the game was over. She climbed down from the nest and noticed that the mouth guy was being looked at by medical. "Oops"

Sherlock smiled warmly and chuckled, kissing her chin and wrapping his arms around her. "But you don't need to. I'll always be alright." He nuzzled his face into her neck.

John walked over, giggling a little. "No, he's in pain, stop giggling." He muttered to himself. "Well that was fun." He grinned to her.

"That's a lie. You're still healing after being in a hospital for three months." Addaline nuzzled him gently, looking at him with concern.

Jayme couldn't stop a smile from forming on her face when she saw him walking over. "That was fun. My aim is still good." she said with a grin, kissing his cheek.

"And I am perfectly fine." He nodded his head and sat up, slowly getting to his feet. "See? Perfectly fine." He limped to the dresser, his eye twitching in pain.

John nuzzled her cheek and smiled. "Yes it is... I hope that fellow is alright." He looked over to the bleeding man.

Addaline shook her head and got up, walking over to him. "I can see you twitching. Stop acting so high and mighty." she chuckled and helped him out.

Jayme shrugged. "Eh, he should've been wearing a mask. It's his own fault." she said and took his hand. "How about we go for some pizza?"

"I'm not." He smirked, limping down the stairs. "See? I can get to a case, solve it and 20 others like this." He got to the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the cupboard for some tea.

"Pizza sounds fantastic." He smiled and kissed her gently, leading her out to take off the equiptment.

Addaline shook her head with a chuckle and followed after him, reaching up into the cupboard for her own cup to have some coffee. "We'll start with paper files first."

Jayme followed after him and went over to the equipment table. She only had two shots left in the riffle, but plenty in the hand guns. She disarmed them and placed them on the table, before taking off the armor.

"Ugh but paper is so boring. I can deduce better when the body is in front of me. Paper misses so much and if it's Lestraud or Anderson writing it, I won't be able to do a thing." He complained, pouring himself some tea.

He unloaded the guns and placed them down, pulling off the armor. He adjusted his shirt and stretched, chuckling.

"That's why I told them to take plenty of photos." Addaline chuckled softly and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "As for Anderson, Lestrade is sending him over later apparently to drop off the papers."

Jayme almost forgot a leg holster, since she was so used to wearing them. As they were walking out, the owner pointed it out. She grinned sheepishly and took it off, handing it to the man. "Sorry." she chuckled and took John's hand. "Know any good pizza places?" she asked him, smiling at him like he was the only man in the room.

Sherlock kissed her cheek back, then flopped onto a chair. "UUGGH. Whyyyy. I don't like it when Anderson is in the house. With my fragile state, I might actually look up cats on the internet. Can't he send someone a little less... Bothersome?"

John looked at the holster and chuckled, shaking his head. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hailed a cab. "I do actually. There's a little restaurant that Sherlock and I go to a lot. It has pretty fantastic pizza."

"Honestly, I'll stab Donovan in the throat if she takes one step into this house, so I'd rather have Anderson, despite his idiocy." Addaline said and walked over after making her cup of coffee, sitting down in the chair across from him.

"Sounds great. I have an odd craving for pizza. Should we order one to bring back for Sherlock and Addaline?" Jayme asked as she leaned against him, smiling up at him.

"Why can't Lestraud come?" Sherlock crossed his arms over the table and rested his chin against them. "He's been avoiding seeing me ever since I came back because he thinks he's going to have a mental break down."

"We can if you want. I guarantee you that Sherlock will complain though." John chuckled and led her in, waving hello to the owner.

Addaline smiled softly. "That's exactly why he won't come himself. I think he's waiting until you're well enough to come see him." she said and took a sip of her coffee.

"Why would he complain? We can always call them and ask what they want. I know Addy, she'd like anchovies on hers." Jayme said with a shudder. She always hated those salty little fish, and Addaline loved them.

"I am well enough to come see him. Come, let's go see him." He downed his tea and got to his feet, limping over to the coat rack and slipping on his jackets and scarf.

"Because that's what Sherlock does." John chuckled. He nodded in agreement and picked up his phone, dialing Addaline's number.

Addaline was about to answer, but her phone started going off. She picked it up. "Hello? Oh hi John." she said and smiled. She listened to him and looked at Sherlock. "Actually, we were just about to go out. I know, I told him he should stay home and rest, but he's Sherlock, he doesn't like to listen." she said, and listened. "Yeah, if you want to get it and bring it home, we can always eat it when we get home." she said and grinned. "Jayme knows me well to know what I like. Sherlock, what do you like on pizza?"

Jayme took off her coat and remained silent as John was on the phone. She didn't want to be rude.

Sherlock looked over and rolled his eyes a little at John's choice. "Sausage please."

John smiled when she picked up. "Hello Addy. Jayme and I were going out to get pizza, would you like us to pick up some? ... Going out? But Sherlock isn't well enough. Of course he doesn't listen." Watson sighed and chuckled. "Yes, she told me you like anchovies."

Addaline rolled her eyes and made a silent shoosh while smiling, trying not to giggle. "He would like sausage. Thank you for thinking about us, John. I'll make sure to change your bedsheets before we leave." Before he could answer to the last part, she said goodbye and hung up.

Jayme smiled and got a water, looking at John and making a motion to ask what he would like, without interrupting him.

"Alright." John smiled. "Actually it was Jayme who suggested it." He looked at the fridge and pointed to the water, mouthing "thank you". He paused when Addy had said that and looked at the phone, blushing and rolling his eyes.

Sherlock smirked and snickered when she said the part about the bedsheets. "We could just say we washed them..."

Jayme grabbed him a water as well and put them on the counter. She looked up to see him blushing and tilted her head slightly. "You okay?"

Addaline rolled her eyes and chuckled. "It'll only take me a few minutes. I have a few extra sheets I can switch." she said and walked over, kissing his cheek, and headed quickly up the stairs. She was right, for in about 5 minutes, she was coming back down the stairs.

John looked at her and pulled out his wallet. "I'm fine." he chuckled. "Addaline's going to wash my sheets, thus sending the thought of Sherlock naked into my head. It wasn't pleasant."

Sherlock kissed her jaw gently and waited for her to return. "I still think we should have left them and told him in a month." he grinned.

Jayme had already paid for the drinks, holding one out to him with a grin. "Imagining Sherlock naked... shame shame."

Addaline smiled and rolled her eyes, kissing him gently. "I'm not mean like you can be." she chuckled softly. "I'm sure if he did that to us you wouldn't like it."

John blinked in slightly confusion, then smiled and took the drink, kissing her cheek. "Thank you. And I didn't do it on purpose. It was thought rape."

"I wouldn't, but he won't because he knows I'll just find a way to get him back." Sherlock kissed back sweetly. He tied off his scarf adn led her down the steps.

Jayme chuckled softly and ordered the two pizzas, one to be ready and delivered at a certain time so they wouldn't have to worry about it. She led John over to a table and sat down with him. "Aww, is there any way I could make it better?" she asked innocently.

Addaline grinned. "Right. Using his things." she reminded him and took his arm gently, but more for supporting him than anything. It was the first time for him wearing shoes, and she was worried about him.

John followed her to the table and sat down, taking her hand and kissed the back of it gently. "You could keep smiling that way I don't think about it anymore." He smirked.

Sherlock kissed the top of her head, ignoring the pain shooting up his long, slender legs. "Precisely." He got to the side walk and hailed a taxi. He would have fallen over if she hadn't been holding him.

Jayme couldn't help but to smile. "Ah, there is that signature charm again." she joked and remembered something. "You know Mrs. Hudson said something to me yesterday." she started. "She asked why you and I haven't become official yet."

Addaline could feel how tense he was as she wrapped an arm around his waist. She nuzzled his shoulder and smiled. "We'll be getting you a wheelchair."

John grinned adorably and chuckled, sipping his water again. He looked at her, tilting his head. "I didn't want to rush things... I mean, it did take us this long to actually kiss."

Sherlock kissed her temple. "I don't need one, I'm fine." They got into the cab, Sherlock glad to be off his feet. "I just need crutches at most."

Jayme chuckled. "That's what I told her, and she pouted. She just wants you to be happy." she smiled and took his hand gently.

"We will get you a wheelchair." Addaline repeated as they got into the cab. She snuggled up against his side, nuzzling his neck gently.

John smiled and held her hand warmly. "Then I guess the only thing left to do is ask if you'll be mine.”

He kissed her cheek. ”No wheelchair.” he nuzzled his nose into into her neck

Jayme's face lit up. "Really? You're not just saying it because Mrs. Hudson wants it to happen?" she asked, though she knew that wasn't the case.

Addaline shook her head and chuckled. "We'll see how long you'll last on crutches." she smiled and nuzzled his head gently. She gave him ten minutes.

John laughed lightly and kissed the back of her hand again. "I'm saying it because I want it to happen." He smiled that warm, loving smile of his.

If she gave him 10, he'd make it to 11. Sherlock nuzzled her gently. "Is that a challenge?"

Jayme smiled warmly. "Alright then. I'd be happy to be yours." she said and leaned forward, kissing him lightly.

"That is a challenge." Addaline confirmed as she nuzzled him back just as gently.