When I got home to baker street I was FUMING. I slammed the door crossly earning a lecture from a very unamused Mrs. Hudson. I brushed past her to grab my apron as She followed me into my bedroom.

"What right have you got to be slamming the door like that! It's not like the door did anything to bother you!" She exclaimed exasperatedly. 

I ignored her and pulled the apron over my head.

She stopped short in her rant and her face went pale.

"Bad day love?" She asked as she regarded the apron. 

I nodded.

"There are ingredients in my kitchen for those ginger cookies Sherlock likes." She said and let me pass her, a reverent look on her face.

I gathered my ingredients and hurried up the stairs to 221b. The door was open so I walked in. Sherlock lay on the couch in his thinking position, and he started as I walked in, a floor board creaking below me.

"I need your oven." I stated and proceeded to the kitchen.

"Oh, you are baking. So I take it the case didn't go as planned." Sherlock deduced as he followed me into the kitchen.  

I give him a dirty look, scrubbing the oven to within an inch of it's life. Sherlock takes the hint and goes back to the couch to continue on a case he is working on.

I preset the oven after cleaning it and whip up a batch of cookie dough. Ginger nuts. I whipped the butter into the mixture.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked, materializing behind me again.

I ignored him and continued making my cookies angrily. In fact I had forgotten he was there, when he laid a hand on my shoulder.

I reacted instinctively, and grabbed his hand flipping around, and using an arm hold on him.

Sherlock's eyes went wide and a look of horror shot across his face.

"Oh my word I'm so sorry." I exclaimed releasing him immediately. 

"It's fine! I was the one who grabbed you. It's my fault." Sherlock replies waving his hand dismissively, and walking backwards, bumping into the table on the way to the door. 

"Sherlock!" I exclaimed. 

But he had already headed out the door, nearly bumping into John.

"Hey Sherlock what's up?" John smiled. 

"Don't go in there, Keyland is baking," Sherlock replied in a barely audible whisper, his eyes wide.

"And that's bad why?"

"She only bakes when she is really stressed out. I'd run the other way if I were you." Sherlock advised. 

"Please Sherlock I was married I know how to talk to women."

"Not this woman! John you don't understand, she almost relieved me of my arm." Sherlock hissed. 

"Sherlock I can look out for myself." John sighed. 

"It's your funeral." Sherlock replied heading downstairs.

John walked carelessly into the room.

"Hey Keyland. What'cha baking?"

"Ginger Cookies." I snapped.

John nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table picking up a newspaper.

I popped the cookies into the oven and sighed taking a seat at the table opposite John.

He folded his paper.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked quietly. 

"No... but I probably should." I admitted. 

"I'm here if you want to talk." John smiled. 

I stood up and made us a cuppa tea, handing John his and sitting down with another sigh.

"Do you remember a girl named Janine?"

John choked on his tea.

"I'll take that as a yes?" I asked. 

"Yep. Pretty hard to forget... What do you know about her?"

"I read the papers..."

"Oh..."

I stand abruptly and pace around the room.

"And then I decided to meet her and ask if what the papers said were true..." I blurt. 

"OH? And what did she say what happened?" John says quickly recovering form his shock. 

"She didn't clarify but I mean look at her She is beautiful! Even Sherlock would be able to see that!" I scoff bitterly. 

"I don't know what happened Keyland, but if that did happen...Well I guess he does have a type... Pretty, Irish, brunette, brown eyes..." John says, with a smile. 

"You think I'm pretty?" I ask, as I stop pacing. 

"Well yeah I'm not BLIND Keyland..." John sasses.

I laugh and sit down again. 

"And for the record neither is Sherlock..." John continues as he stands up. 

"Ask him Keyland... Just get it over with." John advises as he finishes up his tea and left to his room.  

Well, I'm all out of other options! 

A/N : If ya'll want I can add the recipe later.