#greg: ...

*221B*

Mary: *smirking* Tell him.

Molly: *blushing* No.

Mary: *gesturing at Greg* Tell him, tell him.

John: *also smirking* Just...please tell him.

Molly: *hisses* Shut up!

Greg: *looking between them; amused* Tell me what?

John: *laughs* Look at you, you won't even look at him.

Greg: *sighs* Oh, come on tell me. I could use another reason why women won't look at me.

Molly: *rolls her eyes* Alright, alright. Last night, I had a dream that, uh, you and I, were...

Mary: Doing it on this table *points at the coffee table*

Sherlock: *looks up from his phone*

Greg: *raises his eyebrows; smug* Really? Here?

John: *nudges him* Excellent dream score *pauses* but...don't, yeah?

Sherlock: *leans forward, suddenly interested in the conversation* Why, why *laughs nervously* why would you dream that?

Greg: More importantly...was I any good?

Molly: *thinking* Well, you were pretty damn good.

Greg: Huh, because in my dreams, I'm always surprisingly inadequate.

Molly: *smiling* Well, last night you seemed to know your way around the table.

Sherlock: *smiles coldly* I love it, when we share *gets up; goes to the kitchen*

Greg: *follows* You alright there?

Sherlock: *sulking* I can 't belive you two had sex in her dream.

Sherlock: *sitting up in bed; on his phone* Now what?

Baby Holmes: Swipe the screen to throw the Pokeball *demonstrates* see?

Sherlock: *frowns* What's happening now?

Baby Holmes: *glances at the screen* It's deciding if it wants to stay. It can escape.

Sherlock: They do that?

Baby Holmes: *nods*

Sherlock: *confused* Well, why don't we just build it a better house?

Baby Holmes: ...

Baby Holmes: *gestures at the phone* You caught the Pidgey, Dad.

Molly: *enters, carrying washing; exasperated* Aren't you two dressed yet? I told you John and Rosie are coming for dinner.

Sherlock: *happily* Molly, I caught a pigeon!

Baby Holmes: *sighs*

Molly: *smiles* That's nice, dear. Could you put some trousers on?

LATER

*at the table*

Sherlock: *showing off his Pidgey* ...he has an extremely sharp sense of direction and has his own special attacks. AND, if he eats enough food, he turns into a super pigeon.

Ross Geller: *smirking* Slow case day, is it?

Sherlock: *not listening* I still need to build him a house. I don't want him to escape.

Everett Ross (if he'd fucked another government agency behind SHIELD's back): ...

*on the sofa*

Rosamund: Have you told him about the Beedrill?