This is based of BBC's Sherlock. Who I am totally not in love with. At all. Ish. The bit in italics is a flashback. I'm sorry it's so bad :P

Sherlock Holmes was pacing around his office, three nicotine patches on his left arm. People were being murdered, but he couldn't think. His head was full of thoughts, but none about the case.

'Strange.' John thought. 'Sherlock's not thinking about the case. I wonder what's going on in that brilliant mind of his.'

Sherlock, however, was more worried than curious. Usually a case was all he could think about, but this time it was different. He sat down in a chair and buried his head in his hands. John watched him in amusement, and thought back to when Sherlock had started acting strange.

John and Sherlock walked towards the crime scene, Sherlock's eyes glinting as they usually did when there was a case to be solved. John saw Molly over by the victim's car, talking to a girl with brown hair that John hadn't seen before. Sherlock was examining the body, so John went to see the new girl.

"Hi." He said, smiling at her. "My name's John."

"Sadie." She grinned. "Molly's told me all about you." She glanced at Molly, who smiled back.

"Yeah. John and Sherlock are a great team. They can solve crimes almost instantly." Molly emphasized, a slight blush on her cheeks. Sadie noticed the way that Molly had blushed when she said 'Sherlock'.

"Who's Sherlock?" She asked, curious to know why Molly was so obsessed with him. John pointed to a tall, dark haired man standing by the bodies. Sadie raised an eyebrow and looked at Molly, who was practically dancing. She looked as though she was about to burst. Sadie grabbed Molly's arm and led her away, apologising to John, who looked amused, especially when he saw Molly jumping up and down. He walked towards Sherlock, who was staring blankly at the crime scene.

"What's up?" John asked Sherlock, concerned as to why he wasn't saying anything. Sherlock just looked at him. John pulled Sherlock to one side. "I think you're ill."

"I'm not ill. I'm just trying to think. I can't concentrate." Sherlock replied, quickly, before heading away from the scene.

John snapped back to reality. Something must have happened at the crime scene for Sherlock to be acting so weirdly. He thought about it a bit more. Everything was normal, nothing new, so that couldn't be it. Sherlock looked up at John.

"You're thinking about he something." He observed. John stared at him.

"Tell me, Sherlock. How long did it take you to figure that out?"

"Longer than it should have. You're trying to figure out what's bothering me." Sherlock sighed. "Can you send a text for me?"

John pulled out his phone. "Who to?" He asked.

"I don't know. Just send a text."

John rolled his eyes and put his phone away. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm not you, I can't tell these sort of things." John snapped.

"That's one good thing."

"What is it, Sherlock?" John pressed.

Sherlock sighed. "Did you see the woman who was with Molly?" Sherlock asked, and John nodded. "It's her. She was very..."

John nearly laughed. "Hang on a sec. So you're saying, that you saw a pretty girl, and now you can't think? That's ridiculous."

Sherlock threw his phone at John. "Shut up. I can't help it. I'll get over it."

"I don't think that's going to happen. Go and talk to her."

"I can't." Sherlock whined. "Everytime I try to she's with Molly, and you know that Molly won't ever forgive me if I speak to another female."

"Go and talk to her. It's really none of Molly's business. Trust me, it'll help you think again." John sighed, and handed Sherlock his coat, and his phone, and pushed him out of the room.

3 Hours Later

"What do you mean, you spoke to him?" Molly shrieked at Sadie, who hid her face in her hands.

"I mean, that I spoke to him! Am I not allowed to do that?" Sadie yelled back.

"You know I like him, and you're trying to steal him!" Molly screamed.

"I don't even like him in that way, and he doesn't like you. Why can't you get that into your head, Molly? He. Doesn't. Like. You." Sadie replied, trying to stay calm. Molly's jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't know." She said, dangerously.

"I would. I can tell by the way he ignores your attempts at flirting, and shows no affection to you in a loving way." Sadie stated, before leaving the angry Molly on her own.

Sometime In The Future

Sadie laughed as Sherlock grabbed her hand and pulled her through the snow. London was covered in a 6 inch layer of snow, and Sadie was making the most of it. She bent down and picked up a clump of snow, and threw it at Sherlock's head. He smiled and threw one back, shaking the snow from his curly hair. After an hour of snowball fighting, Sherlock pushed Sadie into the snow and lied down next to her. She smiled.

"I never thought that Sherlock Holmes would have a snowball fight. I always thought that you were..." She trailed off, unable to find the right word.

"Yeah." Sherlock said. "I never thought I would either. You changed me."

"In a good or bad way?" She asked.

"Good. Nothing could have been better." He said, sprinkling snow on her nose.

"So I take it that you aren't gay either?"