Another ordinary morning on Baker street. John and Sherlock sat at the breakfast table. Sherlock perused the newspaper shaking it as he turned to the next page. "Here it is," Sherlock exclaimed, "the New Rochelle embezzlement scheme, Joe Park got 35 years.
That's another case in the bag."
"Good" John replied distracted. He pushed his sausage around his plate without eating it.
Sherlock peered over the top of his paper at John. "What is it?" He said.
"What do you mean 'what is it?' " John asked.
"You've obviously got something to tell me, so what is it?"
John sat up straight in his chair licking his lips before blurting out, "I'm moving out of the apartment. I'm going to move in with Mary."
Sherlock furrowed his brow and carefully folded his paper placing it on the table. He focused all of his attention onto John's face as he asked, "Why?"
John avoided Sherlock's gaze running his fingers through his blond hair, "Mary and I've been talking. We want to become a little more serious in our relationship, and we've decided to move in together."
"I don't understand. " Sherlock asked, "What can you have living with Mary that you can't have with me?
John stared back at Sherlock, "Are you serious?" He asked.
"Of course I'm serious." Sherlock replied.
John smirked, "Well frankly …sex."
"You could have sex in the apartment." Sherlock countered, "Just give me some warning. I'll buy earplugs."
"No" John said shaking his head, "I wouldn't like that. Besides, every time I bring a girl here you scare her away."
"Me? Nonsense. Don't blame your obvious inadequacies as a boyfriend on me."
"You ignored Alice, you insulted Jeanette, and … what do you mean 'obvious inadequacies'?"
Sherlock brought his hands palm to palm as if in prayer and touched the tips to his lips. "If it's sex you need. I could give it to you." Sherlock said.
"Don't be ridiculous." John snorted.
"No, I'm serious. If that's the only reason that you plan to move out, I could get over my initial revulsion for such matters to … service you when you need it. No, you don't need to thank me."
John leaned back in his chair and glared at Sherlock Holmes. He pursed his lips and exclaimed in an exasperated voice, "Even if I did believe that you meant what you just said, and I don't, I know that you must have heard me say this at least a hundred times:
'I am NOT gay!'"
Sherlock waved the comment away with his hand. "Of course I've heard you say it. That doesn't mean that it's true."
John rose from the chair, "Oh not you too? Don't you think that I would know if I were gay or not?"
Sherlock paused a moment in thought. "Possibly not. It is a testable hypothesis, however."
John threw up his hands, picked up his dishes, and put them into the sink. "Well I've told you now. I'll pay my share of the rent to the end of the month, but I plan to move out this Friday."
"Friday?" Sherlock said surprised. Then rising, he walked over to his chair and sat down.
John got his coat from the rack and began to put it on. He turned to stare at Sherlock who sat with his hands steepled against his lips. "I don't like that look." he said.
Sherlock glanced at him, "What look?"
"You look like you're thinking." John replied.
"What's wrong with thinking?" Sherlock asked, "I often think, I like to think."
John pointed at Sherlock, "You shouldn't be thinking like that when you're not on a case."
Sherlock resumed his former pose, " I may not have a case, but I do have a problem."
John shook his head and left the room knowing that nothing good could come of Sherlock's thinking today.