John got back home from the hospital, sank on a chair in the sitting room and sighed.
The case was particularly tiresome this time. The criminal was relatively easy to spot and arrest ("painfully easy" in Sherlock's words), but the victim was severely injured.
The ER of that hospital was understaffed for even Basic Life Support at that time, so they needed John's help for it. John and Mariana had also been assisting Sherlock with the case, after all.
John recalled how he was shouting orders at everyone in the vicinity, Mariana included, because he and Mariana needed to take turns with the chest compressions.
That was the first and the only time he could (and would) order her around.
He chuckled to himself at that thought and let his eyes rest, taking in the satisfaction of a case completed and a life saved. Also the joy of some peace and quiet at last.
John basked in the dimly lit home and the soft crackles from the fireplace in the room.
Just then, the front door of 221B opened, and Sherlock and Mariana abruptly barged in.
Mariana switched on the lights and they both said, "Happy birthday, John!" in unison.
John looked at the clock on the wall opposite to where he was sitting. It was indeed midnight... and his birthday. Huh.
Sherlock took off his ear defenders and carefully placed the cake on the coffee table as Mariana closed the front door behind her.
A slow grin spread across John's face as he got up from his chair to go and gather around the table with Sherlock and Mariana.
The night hadn't ended yet. That was good to know for John. Amazing, even.
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