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Sherlock: *enters, carrying bags*

John: *making tea* Hey. How was Sweden?

Sherlock: *quickly* Fine. Why wouldn't it be?

John: *frowns* You solved the case, then?

Sherlock: Yes! That's what I was out there for...

John: *confused* Alright, alright. I was only asking *hands him a cup* I heard Molly got back from Spain today.

Sherlock: *hastily unpacking* Did she? Interesting. Good for her. None of my business.

John: *shrugs* Thought you might have shared a cab back, that's all.

Sherlock: *snaps* We're not joined at the hip, John. She's allowed her own life. We were on completely different flights in completely different countries. Just stay out of it and leave me alone *storms off*

John: ...

LATER

*Bart's*

Mary: *leaning on a lab bench* So how was Sweden?

Molly: *looks up; nervous* Um, Spain.

Mary: *raises an eyebrow* We're really doing this?

*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.