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Raspberry Syrup


In John's defense, he hadn't slept, ate, or sat down properly for days. The case had been bloody awful. The way Sherlock solved it . . . Just. Genius.

So it wasn't until dessert arrived, raspberry syrup looped into a heart, that he realized.

"Sherlock?"

"Mm." Sherlock wasn't eating, too busy reliving his triumph.

"It's Valentine's day."

Sherlock paused, taking in the restaurant. "Ah."

"I think you said you'd rather jump in the Thames than take me out on Valentine's."

"Doesn't count."

"The raspberry syrup's a heart."

Sherlock glanced at it and rose to his feet.

"Where're you going?" John asked.

"The Thames."