/DISCLAIMER: I'm not the BBC so yep. I don't own Sherlock.

"Pass me my phone"- Sherlock

"Where is it? "- John

"Jacket – Careful! "

"Text… from your brother"

"Delete it. "

"…Delete it? "

…

Finally! A match! The search was completed. As if Molly had been waiting for the right time, she rushed into the room asking, "Any luck? "

Sherlock thrilled at seeing progress, gave a shortl "Oh Yes"

John stepped further away from the desk, giving an excited Molly enough space to pear at the results on the screen. Before any other words were said a man walked through the door, ‚'oh sorry! I didn't... "

"JIM!'', gasped Molly, clearly surprised at seeing him.

She quickly bid him inside. John wasn't thrilled, he felt completely redundant. He could tell immediately that whoever Jim is, was clearly just as fascinated by Sherlock as Molly. Yep his thoughts were confirmed. It annoyed John that she wasn't even able to introduce him to the man she met. ,,office romance'' Did he just hear Sherlock muttering gay? As in Jim being gay? John quickly looked up seeing Molly's perplexed stare before looking at Jim properly. John noted that Jim was completely oblivious to what was being said – eyes locked on Sherlock. No surprise there. Almost made John roll his eyes. Did he just drop…? John couldn't help it – he groaned quietly, lifting his arms up as if to block his own view from what was going on. Oh now he's leaving. Well good idea – that– would certainly help. Jim waited for Sherlock to reciprocate his goodbye yet when no reply was given, John felt the need to mutter in Sherlock's place, out of decency –mind you– not because he wanted attention, "You too". That's when Jim's eyes first landed on John. Although the corners of his lips went up, the smile didn't reach his eyes. John felt himself freeze, realizing he was holding his breath. He wasn't sure what it was but something about this man didn't seem right. When the door closed after Jim, he cleared his throat, shaking his head to get rid of whatever he just thought. His attention was brought back to Molly by hearing her ask, "So what do you think?"

Yet again she clearly didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"Hmm?" Sherlock asked, not looking up from his microscope.

Molly fidgeted before asking again, "What do you think of Jim?"

"Oh . . . he's gay," Sherlock replied dryly. John felt uncomfortable being present in the room, so he quickly decided to grab himself some coffee and to catch some fresh air. He could definitely need some privacy.

"What do you mean gay? We're together!" John heard Molly almost yell, while he closed the door quietly.

"He's not gay. Why do you always have to spoil– he's not"

He could still hear her veiled anger while walking down the hall to the coffee machine. Even though his reason for leaving the room was to not be part of the conversation, he couldn't help but think about Jim and the possibility of him being gay. He put a coin into the coffee machine, pressing down the button and waited.

"You are so cruel! I'm leaving– I can't."Door was ripped open. – Molly.

John saw her running down the other hall and couldn't shake off the guilty feeling of seeing her in that state. He knew he could have stopped Sherlock from being too honest, or well mean, to her. Grabbing his coffee, he decided that he didn't need the fresh air after all and walked back to the room Sherlock was still in.

Sherlock was still gazing through his microscope when he entered and for a split second he felt like telling him off for being so cold.
"Could you have not..?", John started but then stopped.

Sherlock glanced at him then to the side, "Lift this"

"What?", confused John followed the previous movement, seeing the item Sherlock must have meant.

Knowing he would only receive a frustrated reply by Sherlock if he were to ask Why He went to said item and lifted it. A note.

"Call me… number", John murmured, reading the note, his voice getting higher, "Oh!"

He could feel his face heat up. Did he feel jealous, was he surprised.

"See? Gay.", Sherlock yawned, pushing his chair back, standing up,"Let's go?"

John nodded, unconsciously putting the note in his pocket.