Sherlock doesn't belong to me.
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The Date
"John, the taxi's waiting," Sherlock shouted.
"Coming."
John entered the sitting room and stared at his friend in shock. Sherlock was in full evening dress. "Where are we going?" John asked again.
"Somewhere you're not dressed for apparently," Sherlock replied. "I distinctly remember writing evening dress."
"I obviously thought you were joking," John replied and made to his way back to his room to change. He'd had plans for dinner and a movie with Janet but he'd changed them when Sherlock had sent the text. One of these days, John told himself, I will not come running when Sherlock calls.
The taxi ride was taken in silence, Sherlock refused to answer any of John's questions and after a while John stopped asking.
The taxi stopped infront of London's newest restaurant, SixTies, the one where you had to have reservations at least six months in advance. John didn't bother to ask what they were doing there and instead followed his friend as they were led to the best table in the house.
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Mycroft hang up the phone and closed his eyes briefly. The Antwerp situation was not going well at all. He would have to travel there in the morning to sort it out in person. He should have done that from the very beginning, he thought wearily, but he'd thought the foreign minister would have the matter in hand. Clearly he'd overestimated the man's abilities.
Anthea knocked briefly and entered the room. "There's a …situation," she told her boss.
"What's he done now?" Mycroft sincerely hoped that Sherlock hadn't interfered in the docks situation.
"He and the doctor just entered SixTies."
"SixTies?" Mycroft was surprised. "What are they doing there?"
"If it was anyone else I'd say they're going to have dinner," Anthea replied. "The guys are already in place and I'll report in as soon as there's something to report." Mycroft nodded.
What was Sherlock doing in SixTies? Was there something happening that Mycroft had somehow overlooked, he wondered. He didn't think so and that meant he had to know what had led his brother to that particular restaurant on this particular night.
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"Sherlock, what are we doing here?"
"We're going to have dinner."
"You're not eating this week," John reminded him. "And you hate seafood." Sherlock had ordered a platter of seafood a few minutes earlier. He'd told John to order whatever he wanted as Mycroft would be paying the bill.
"Is there a case involving this restaurant that I'm unaware of?" John tried again. "Because if the -" John stopped in mid sentence and look on in surprise as Molly and her friend, Michael, were led to a table.
"Is that why we're here, Sherlock, because of Molly?"
"Molly, of course not. Is she here?"
"Sherlock, don't pretend you didn't know that they were going to be here."
"You're right, John," Sherlock was standing up. "I am not eating this week and I hate seafood."
As they left the restaurant John wanted to tell his friend but it was normal to be jealous, that he wouldn't have to be following Molly on her dates if he asked her out himself but he decided that this was probably not the right time.
"Where are we going now?"
"To the docks," Sherlock replied. "There's a situation there that needs our attention."
"I think we're a tad overdressed," John told him.
"Exactly," Sherlock replied. "That's why it's perfect."
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"They've left the restaurant."
"Where are they headed to now?" Mycroft asked although he already knew the answer.
"The docks, sir."
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