Sherlock and Sally
Ever since Sherlock had acknowledge Sally’s existance around Baker Street. The place hasn’t been the same. For one more rows between he and John have erupted. Day and night. He had been less focused when doing his experiments. Also the same piece is played over and over on his violin. John thought Sherlock had gone mad.
One day Watson thought it was about time to take him to the hospital. "No! I don’t need you or your help!“
"Sherlock listen I’m just worried that..”
“Shut up and leave me alone!”
“Leave you alone?” muttered John. He grabbed his jacket and marched to the door. "Fine! Hope this suits you better!“
"Where are you going?” asked Sherlock as he raised his head from where he slumped on the couch. John didn’t answer. He simply stormed out leaving the detective alone in the flat. "Who needs him…“ he grumbled not knowing that a certain somebody over heard them.