Victoria stood on the edge of the playground for her morning yard duty, lifting a knee gingerly into the air and feeling the aching muscle of her thigh burn in protest. She ignored the burn and tried to stretch the muscle so it didn't ache so badly. She winced silently and let out a slow breath.
"Hey there, flamingo girl," Burt's voice caught her off guard and she started to wobble before she put her leg back down.
She glanced back and smiled when she saw him walk to her side. "Why hello there," she greeted, seeing her breath puff in the cold morning air.
"What were you doing?" Burt asked, handing her a cup of coffee that he had brought for her before he sipped on his own.
Victoria took a moment to sip at the coffee, savoring holiday mint flavor that was available for the next few weeks, before answering, "My legs are really sore."
Burt casually nodded, looking at his cup and then at her, "So you and Charlie finally do it, then?" He grinned wolfishly, pleased to finally have had Victoria join the dark side.
Victoria looked at him like he was crazy, "What? No! We…" She paused and rocked on her heels for a moment, "We actually broke up last night. Or, well, I broke up with him."
Burt guffawed, "He was that bad in the sack then, eh? Poor bloke. Never had a chance." He turned to face her, "You know, you can always tell when someone is going to be a bad bang. He was too nice. He had to lure you into it so you would feel bad if you said no. Well, too bad for Charlie because you, Vicky, are much more merciless than you seem. You think that you're all nice and sweet because you work with the little ones but it's all a cover-"
Victoria's laugh interrupted him. "Charlie and I didn't have sex!" She flinched when she realized how loud she said that and looked around to make sure no one heard her before she continued talking. "I just have sore legs. I walked back to my flat after I broke up with him at Urichio's. You know that I never walk. I'm probably just sore from that." She was lying through her teeth and she hated it. She hated lying to Burt, but she had promised. Sherlock and her had agreed to confidentiality.
Immediately after a thorough and intense session of Sherlock and Victoria ravishing one another the night before, Sherlock shot up from the bed with wide eyes and an open mouth before muttering "of course" and stumbled out of bed.
"Yes, of course!" He had exclaimed, quickly pulling his trousers back on and then expertly buttoning his shirt. "Oh this was brilliant. I just knew this would work. Well, of course I knew. I know everything...that matters, at least." He sucked in a breath through his teeth and started walking out of the bedroom before turning on his heel and swooping back to the bed to kiss Victoria on the forehead. "You! You beautiful bloody woman!"
"Figured your case out then, did you?" She asked, an amused smile on her kiss swollen lips.
Sherlock's grin answered her question and he was back up and out the door. "Yes, yes, YES!" He cried out, clapping his hands together and then pulling his phone out to text John as he disappeared from the flat, the door slamming shut behind him.
Victoria snapped back to reality when she realized that Burt had been quiet for a very long time. She looked at him and noticed he was staring at her skeptically. "What?" She asked defensively.
Burt shrugged and looked back at the playground, taking a sip of his coffee, "You're hiding something but I'm not going to push you because I know that I'll be hiding something soon enough and I want you out of my business."
"What!" She exclaimed in disbelief and stomped her foot before wincing at the pain that shot up her still achy leg.
"Hey, you are too good at figuring things out and sometimes daddy has to have some dirty little secrets," Burt winked at her, thinking about all the potential secrets he could harbor.
Victoria made a face, "Ew, don't wink at me. It's weird."
"You're weird."
"No I'm not!"
"And you're funny looking."
"Hey!"