ValentinesI stared at the calendar in disbelief. Shit, shit, shit! Valentine's Day was next week. This would be Sherlock's and my first one together. I wasn't even sure if he wanted to do anything at all. He didn't like holidays in general. Granted Christmas was a special kind of hell for the man but he didn't even like Halloween, one holiday I figured would be right up his alley.More Like This
I ran my hands over my face in frustration. Plus there was no way that I could outdo that first real date of ours but should I wait for Sherlock to plan something instead? Argh! The problem with that, however, was what if he genuinely forgot and felt guilty? He'd be sulking around the flat for days. Weeks even.
Well, there was only one thing for it. I'd have to ask the detective if he wanted to do something for the holiday and if he didn't, then I would play the martyr at work and take the last shift for all the doctors who did have plans for that night. It really bothered me, though. I wanted to do somet