The machine peeped
"Any luck?" Cute Molly asked.
"Oh, yes!"
"Oh, sorry I didn't" cute man showed his head.
"Jim, hi!" Cute Molly greeted cute man.
"Oh great, another one." Sherlock rolled his eyes in his mind palace.
"Come in! Come in!"
"what?! No he can't just come in come in, this is our time together, for the case of course." he was whining at the moment.
The -not jealous at all- detective focused on the mission he already finished.
"Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes".
"stupid name," he pouted.
"So, you're Sherlock Holmes Molly's told me all about you" The cute man greeted him.
"Really? I heard nothing about you, who the hell are you anyway?!"
"You on one of your cases?"
"well, not anymore thanks' to your interruption." He crossed his arms.
"Jim works in IT, upstairs, that's how we met, Office romance."
Molly giggled! They giggled!
"Office romance? OFFICE ROMANCE?! Are you f**king kidding me right now? If this jerk is your office romance, then what the hell am I?! Nope, I had enough" he was barking in his palace, hitting his foot to the floor like a petulant child.
He got his head up, ready to tear apart to pieces the man standing next to him by deducing the shit out of him. It didn't take long time like the last one.
"God this is gold," he laughed with relief, rubbing his hands together.
"Gay."