"A-ha! Here it is!" John held up the DVD case triumphantly, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from the other patrons at the movie rental store.

"And what did you find this time?" Sherlock asked drolly, his grey-blue eyes deducing everything about the others in the store without much difficulty. That one there was going through a divorce, over there a single mother of three, boring.

"It's the one I was telling you about, it's called Hurt Locker." John replied casting a look at Sherlock. He didn't expect the man to remember everything he said but they'd had a conversation about this movie on the way to the store.

Sherlock shrugged, he didn't remember that ever coming up in a conversation, ever. "Mm-hmm."

"It's supposed to be good; it won quite a few BAFTAs and some Oscars." John showed the front of the case to Sherlock and pointed to where the awards were announced.

Sherlock stared at John as if he was speaking a foreign language, "I don't know what an Oscar is, let alone a BAFTA… is that even a word?"

John quirked an eyebrow up, "Seriously what rock did you live under?" They had had many conversations like this but it never ceased to amaze John what seemingly useless facts Sherlock stored away in his brain. He knew what the treads looked like on various brands of trainers but didn't remember Remembrance Day.

Sherlock sighed, looking even more bored, "Why do we even have these movie nights? They seem trivial. Plus it takes time away from our cases."

"You do know that it is a good idea to take some nights off and relax. You don't have to work 24/7." John gave him a look that told Sherlock that there was no way to talk his way out of movie night. It was happening whether he liked it or not.

"Fine." Sherlock said rolling his eyes. There was no use in fighting.

"Besides if we had had our Bond movie night I'm sure you would've solved the Scandal in Belgravia a bit faster."

"As I recall," Sherlock replied. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his arms around John, hugging him from behind, "We were doing something infinitely more interesting than watching a movie." He nibbled at John's ear.

John's ear turned bright red, not just from the bite but embarrassment. People were staring, they were trying to hide it but they weren't doing a good job at it. John tensed up, clearly uncomfortable, "Sherlock, not now," he hissed, "people will talk."

"And as I've told you, people always have and always will." He gave John a quick peck on the cheek and letting the shorter man go. "Now where were we? Ah yes, what is this Hurt Locker movie about?" He could see John wasn't going to answer him, at least not for a little bit. That was his punishment for the PDA. Sherlock took the DVD case from John and read the back.

"John, you do know what this is about?" It wasn't Afghanistan but the war scenes would no doubt look remarkably similar. "Are you sure there isn't another film you want to see?"

John's silent treatment didn't last long. "I'll be fine, Sherlock, really. I haven't had an episode in months, nearly a year!" He looked Sherlock dead in the face. Almost daring Sherlock to question him again.

Sherlock could see no hesitation or fear in John's face. "Very well, Hurt Locker it is."