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Watson sat in his chair reading the paper and sipping his now cold tea. He made a slight face but did nothing to fix it. His companion was off at the morgue yet again and doing his research on god only knows what. He sat in his chair still, soon feeling his phone vibrate and give off a soft beep sound. "Sherlock?" He asked himself, checking his phone after pulling it out. Sure enough, it was.

"I need you here." -SH

John just sighed and got up, putting his paper down and grabbing his coat and walking out of the building. He hailed a Taxi quickly and was taken to the morgue.

Shortly upon arriving he received another text. He pulled it out of his phone and checked it.

"I need you now please. If convenient...Or even inconvenient." -SH

John pursed his lips together and shook his head, going through the front doors and headed down into the rooms of where Sherlock would be.

"Ah. You made it, Doctor." Sherlock exclaimed, sitting in a chair behind a microscope.

"What'd you need me so desperately for?" John asked as he approached his friend that patted a seat next to him.

"Needed you, yes and no. More along the lines of you hanging out with me instead of staying in that dingy flat."

"We pay for that dingy flat."

"Yes, I know." Sherlock smiled.

"So you wanted me to come here to watch you work?"

"Oh no, my friend. More of two people that like each other hanging out and getting coffee together as the other does work and the other helps."

John thought about it then nodded. "Alright, I get it."

"Good." Sherlock said smiling softly. "Molly will join us sometimes."

Watson gave a nod, wanting to protest but didn't want to say anything since he knew Molly wouldn't do anything wrong. She's too innocent.

"Here you are." Molly said shyly as she walked in with two cups of coffee "One for Sherlock and the other for...Watson." She gave a soft smile turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked her.

Molly stopped on her heels and twirled her fingers softly. "Oh just...You know, study."

"You don't have to leave."

Watson gave a soft look at Sherlock, good thing he was being blocked by him so that Molly couldn't see that Watson did want to be alone with Sherlock.

"Well, I guess...I'll stay." She said, giving a reassuring smile and sitting down next to Sherlock.

"Good, now that we have more people, this should be fun." He gave a glance at Watson and gave a coy smile then gave a soft smile to Molly.

"Yes...It should." John said, smiling softly to both of them.

- - - - -

"And so, we chased the cab by following the paths I remember in my mind but also running and jumping across buildings and such. When we finally get down there, we find that it wasn't he right man we were looking for." Sherlock gave a soft laugh. "Though we were extremely close."

"Oh yeah, really. Almost like he was the cabby." Watson replied with a forced smile almost.

Molly smiled and laughed a bit. "You two have great adventures." She patted Sherlock's leg and gave him a smile.

Watson looked at her hand, and glared down at it for a moment then looked away. He grabbed his coffee and sipped it. "Yes, we do."

Sherlock noticed and nodded softly to John's reply before moving his leg when John didn't notice but did it soft enough that it seemed like his leg just slipped.

Molly looked at Sherlock and smiled a bit. "So, Sherlock, any new mysteries?" She asked.

"Well I-"

"Oh Molly, you're coffee is really good. Could I ask you for another?" John asked.

"Oh, s-sure." She got up and took his cup, smiling softly and leaving the room.

"What was that?" John asked Sherlock.

"What was what?" Sherlock asked back.

"Her hand on your leg."

"Oh get over it. She means well. What about you? Just now."

"What? The coffee? I just asked her for more coffee, you do it. Plus I just so happen to like how she makes it is all."

"Oh..." Sherlock said, slowly smiling at John with his fiendish smile.

"What?"

"You're jealous aren't you?"

"Jealous?! Why would I be jealous?"

"You don't like her touching me, nor do you like it when she flirts with me or I with her to complement her. It's obvious your jealous or, your a bit possessive."

"I am not Jealous, nor am I possessive, Sherlock. I just don't think you should be flirting with her."

"Why? It's harmless."

"Not to her or me. She thinks you like her and I think you want to sleep on the couch tonight."

"That's hardly a reason to send me to the living room."

"Is it? You sent me to the couch cause I drank the last of your tea that one day."

"It was my tea!" He said, not yelling but a bit angry.

"It was tea that was sitting in the kettle, what am I supposed to do about it? Drink it or throw it down the sink? There was barely even a cup in there."

"It was still my tea."

"Your name wasn't on it."

"Oh, so we're little children now?"

"Well, you're acting like one."

"I say you are."

"Oh really? Says the man that gets upset over me drinking his tea."

"Well at least I'm not jealous of-"

"Ehhm.." Molly stood in the doorway with John's cup of coffee. "S-sorry. Here you go John." She made her way of to where he was and handed him his coffee. "I'll leave."

"How much?" Sherlock asked.

"Pardon?"

"How much have you heard?"

"Only about to where you were asking "We're children now."

"Ah...Good. Um, well you might want to leave now."

"Right." Molly then turned and left.

Both made sure she was gone before looking at each other.

"How much tea was in your cup?" Sherlock asked.

"Maybe...a third. Why?" John replied, puzzled.

"Give me that." Sherlock said, grabbing the cup from him and downed a third of the coffee and handed it back to him. "There, we're even now."

John took the cup back and gave a look to Sherlock. "Was that really necessary?"

"You had it coming. And besides, you don't mind my germs, now do you doctor? I mean, all those time we -"

"Yes, I got it, thank you." John smiled and stood, drinking the warm coffee down and heading to the exit door. "Let's go home Holmes, it's time for bed."

"Coming John."

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Watson sat in his chair reading the paper and sipping his now cold tea. He made a slight face but did nothing to fix it. His companion was off at the morgue yet again and doing his research on god only knows what. He sat in his chair still, soon feeling his phone vibrate and give off a soft beep sound. "Sherlock?" He asked himself, checking his phone after pulling it out. Sure enough, it was.

"I need you here." -SH

John just sighed and got up, putting his paper down and grabbing his coat and walking out of the building. He hailed a Taxi quickly and was taken to the morgue.

Shortly upon arriving he received another text. He pulled it out of his phone and checked it.

"I need you now please. If convenient...Or even inconvenient." -SH

John pursed his lips together and shook his head, going through the front doors and headed down into the rooms of where Sherlock would be.

"Ah. You made it, Doctor." Sherlock exclaimed, sitting in a chair behind a microscope.

"What'd you need me so desperately for?" John asked as he approached his friend that patted a seat next to him.

"Needed you, yes and no. More along the lines of you hanging out with me instead of staying in that dingy flat."

"We pay for that dingy flat."

"Yes, I know." Sherlock smiled.

"So you wanted me to come here to watch you work?"

"Oh no, my friend. More of two people that like each other hanging out and getting coffee together as the other does work and the other helps."

John thought about it then nodded. "Alright, I get it."

"Good." Sherlock said smiling softly. "Molly will join us sometimes."

Watson gave a nod, wanting to protest but didn't want to say anything since he knew Molly wouldn't do anything wrong. She's too innocent.

"Here you are." Molly said shyly as she walked in with two cups of coffee "One for Sherlock and the other for...Watson." She gave a soft smile turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked her.

Molly stopped on her heels and twirled her fingers softly. "Oh just...You know, study."

"You don't have to leave."

Watson gave a soft look at Sherlock, good thing he was being blocked by him so that Molly couldn't see that Watson did want to be alone with Sherlock.

"Well, I guess...I'll stay." She said, giving a reassuring smile and sitting down next to Sherlock.

"Good, now that we have more people, this should be fun." He gave a glance at Watson and gave a coy smile then gave a soft smile to Molly.

"Yes...It should." John said, smiling softly to both of them.

- - - - -

"And so, we chased the cab by following the paths I remember in my mind but also running and jumping across buildings and such. When we finally get down there, we find that it wasn't he right man we were looking for." Sherlock gave a soft laugh. "Though we were extremely close."

"Oh yeah, really. Almost like he was the cabby." Watson replied with a forced smile almost.

Molly smiled and laughed a bit. "You two have great adventures." She patted Sherlock's leg and gave him a smile.

Watson looked at her hand, and glared down at it for a moment then looked away. He grabbed his coffee and sipped it. "Yes, we do."

Sherlock noticed and nodded softly to John's reply before moving his leg when John didn't notice but did it soft enough that it seemed like his leg just slipped.

Molly looked at Sherlock and smiled a bit. "So, Sherlock, any new mysteries?" She asked.

"Well I-"

"Oh Molly, you're coffee is really good. Could I ask you for another?" John asked.

"Oh, s-sure." She got up and took his cup, smiling softly and leaving the room.

"What was that?" John asked Sherlock.

"What was what?" Sherlock asked back.

"Her hand on your leg."

"Oh get over it. She means well. What about you? Just now."

"What? The coffee? I just asked her for more coffee, you do it. Plus I just so happen to like how she makes it is all."

"Oh..." Sherlock said, slowly smiling at John with his fiendish smile.

"What?"

"You're jealous aren't you?"

"Jealous?! Why would I be jealous?"

"You don't like her touching me, nor do you like it when she flirts with me or I with her to complement her. It's obvious your jealous or, your a bit possessive."

"I am not Jealous, nor am I possessive, Sherlock. I just don't think you should be flirting with her."

"Why? It's harmless."

"Not to her or me. She thinks you like her and I think you want to sleep on the couch tonight."

"That's hardly a reason to send me to the living room."

"Is it? You sent me to the couch cause I drank the last of your tea that one day."

"It was my tea!" He said, not yelling but a bit angry.

"It was tea that was sitting in the kettle, what am I supposed to do about it? Drink it or throw it down the sink? There was barely even a cup in there."

"It was still my tea."

"Your name wasn't on it."

"Oh, so we're little children now?"

"Well, you're acting like one."

"I say you are."

"Oh really? Says the man that gets upset over me drinking his tea."

"Well at least I'm not jealous of-"

"Ehhm.." Molly stood in the doorway with John's cup of coffee. "S-sorry. Here you go John." She made her way of to where he was and handed him his coffee. "I'll leave."

"How much?" Sherlock asked.

"Pardon?"

"How much have you heard?"

"Only about to where you were asking "We're children now."

"Ah...Good. Um, well you might want to leave now."

"Right." Molly then turned and left.

Both made sure she was gone before looking at each other.

"How much tea was in your cup?" Sherlock asked.

"Maybe...a third. Why?" John replied, puzzled.

"Give me that." Sherlock said, grabbing the cup from him and downed a third of the coffee and handed it back to him. "There, we're even now."

John took the cup back and gave a look to Sherlock. "Was that really necessary?"

"You had it coming. And besides, you don't mind my germs, now do you doctor? I mean, all those time we -"

"Yes, I got it, thank you." John smiled and stood, drinking the warm coffee down and heading to the exit door. "Let's go home Holmes, it's time for bed."

"Coming John."