"Why?"

"Because it's important, Sherlock."

"How is it important?"

"Oh, come on. It is just one dinner, that is all I'm asking."

"Just dinner?"

"Yes."

"Will there be people?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then no."

"Sherlock, it's just Mary, Ms. Hudson, Molly, and Greg."

Sherlock furrowed his brow. "Greg?"

John just sighed. "Yes, Sherlock, Greg. Lestrade. Greg Lestrade."

"Is that really his name?"

"Yes, and it's his birthday, so it would be nice if you would just go."

"…"

John looked at Sherlock with a blank face, waiting for his answer.

"Really? Greg?"

"Oh my God… Okay. If you go, I will… buy the milk." Even though John already moved out and got married, it seemed like he still does his old job. Buy groceries.

After a short silence Sherlock said, "Nice try, you know I don't buy the milk anyways."

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock let out a dramatic sigh and got up from his oh so comfortable couch. He stepped over his low coffee table and checked his phone, which was on the table by the chairs. No texts, no calls, no case. Damn.

Walking from the center of the room, John went over to his chair and sat down, sighing happily at the familiarity of it. Just like old times. Ever since two years ago, John thought Sherlock was dead, until he suddenly waltzes in on his dinner date with Mary. He was just about to propose to her when Sherlock revealed himself. He always had the best timing.