Another prompt. This was a long one: john/sherlock/irene/molly: bonus points for molly and john just being bros about everything, the two of them plotting to just grab /their/ respective partners and end the madness. other bonus points if you'd have john see how gay and in love molly/irene are (ignoring himself and sherlock) or the other way around (molly seeing it in john/sherlock).

"So, dinner?"

"Dinner."

"But how are we going to ge-"

"I don't know. I can work this end. If you can get her out the house I can get him."

"That's easy. So Operation Catch 'Em All is a go?"

"Affirmative. Lord I bet they wouldn't even know what that is a reference to."

"Probably not. I'll see you. Bye John."

"Bye Molly."

Sherlock laid down in his usual position on the sofa. This time contemplating the blood spatter affect from a heavy photo frame from a second floor height. Of course the patterns didn't match what he imagined. Then again tests would be required.

"Sherlock?" Sherlock ignored it. Just an irritating buzzing distracting his thought process. "SHERLOCK!"

Sighing Sherlock opened his eyes to see John leaning over him. Dressed in a nice blue stripped dress shirt and suit trousers instead of jeans. Odd. "What, John?"

"We're going out. Get up and get your suit jacket," John demanded causing Sherlock to sit up as John made his way to fetch his coat.

"Excuse me?"

"We're. Going. Out." John replied. "Now get up. No ifs or buts. We have to go see something important."

Without saying another word Sherlock stood up, pulled on his suit jacket. It must be important for John to use that tone. Perhaps it was to do with a case.

Either way he was intrigued.

"Irene!" Molly called out from upstairs. She was still attempting to apply the rest of her make-up. "Are you ready for dinner?"

In the doorway appeared Irene fashioning an elegant black dress. "Molly, dear, I have been ready for ages."

Smiling Molly went back to trying to apply her make-up. She didn't use it often but her and John had decided they were going to look the part. "Good, well I'm done." She took up showing off nice red number which helped show off her figure. "Right. Time to go."

"I thought I was the one in charge in this house hold, dear," Irene frowned as Molly brushed past her, grabbing her arm as she went.

"You may be but we're going out."

John and Sherlock arrived first and despite the complaints from the taller man John had managed to push him into the restaurant. After looking at his watch John returned his gaze to the door. "John, why are there for seats?"

"Deduce it."

"There's going to be four people?" He asked sarcastically.

"Obviously. Now shut up." John sighed as he noticed Molly sneak in through the front door and talk to the waiter. It was time.

It didn't take long for Sherlock to notice her. He was about to ask John about it before he saw the familiar figure of The Woman tail behind her. "John?"

Smiling John looked at Sherlock. That sarcastic 'Yes, Sherlock?' look plastered to his face. Sherlock closed his mouth. Choosing to glare at his menu instead. This was going to be a long night.

"Molly?" Irene asked as they made their way to the table.

"Shut up. You're being actually nice to them this evening." She smirked.

"Why isn't somebody oddly dominating tonight?" Irene sighed. Looked like there was no way out of this. She was going to have dinner with Sherlock and his lovely little play thing. When they got home Molly was going to pay. In multiple ways. With multiple props.

The greetings were short.

"Mr Holmes."

"Miss Adler."

"Molly."

"Hello Sherlock."

"John."

"Good evening, Irene. Glad you could come, Molly."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, John."

John and Molly chose next to each other instead of Molly next to Sherlock. This way it would be easier for them to gossip. Both of them ignored the daggers sent their way.

"Phase one complete," John whispered behind the menu they had placed up to cover their lips.

"Let the discussion commence." She smirked.

Forty minutes into the dinner there had been three arguments, two flirtatious and suggestive talks and then an agreed truce. Written on two useless receipts the management had kindly given them as it helped bring a relaxed quiet tone to the rest of the restaurant. John and Molly help a copy each. Both signed by Sherlock and Irene.

Currently there were waiting for dessert to arrive. Sherlock was messy around aimlessly on his phone whilst John sat watching Molly and Irene. For nearly ten minutes they had been almost completely ignoring the other two. Opting to stroke each others hands and steal long, passionate kisses every so often. John glared in envy. They looked so happy.

When dessert arrived they were still at it. Sherlock placed his phone down and watched momentarily at the sickening display. John had barely finished his dessert and declared they were leaving. Opening his wallet and throwing, what John assumed, was their share of the meal. "Come along, John."

"But I'm ea-"

"I said come along," Sherlock said firmly, staring at John directly in the eyes. There was something there. A slight twinkle which meant he was planning something.

"What for?" The only response Sherlock gave was a suggestive eyebrow rise. "Oh. OH." John rose too and turned to the ladies who had reluctantly paused their activities. "Erm good night, ladies."

"Good night," they both replied at the same time. They watched as Sherlock and John retreated the restaurant before getting back to their 'dessert'.

Thanks, Molly! You did great. - JW

It was nothing. Go get him, Doctor. ;) - Molly. xox