A/N: Hi all! sorry it's been so long! We've been busy... Well, kind of... And distracted. Very distracted. Sorry again. This is a bit of a short filler, but it's necessary. Enjoy!
"Oi, mate! What's your problem?"
"I'm bored." Sherlock rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious reason in the world.
He leant forward and steepled his fingers.
"Hmm... Recent divorce-oh! No, breakup-"
"How the hell do you know that?"
"The ring beneath your shirt." he said simply.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"It's not a wedding ring, you have no such marks on your fingers to show you were married. More of a promise ring then. It appears thin and slightly ornate, suggesting that it's a feminine design, and the fact that you don't wear it openly points to the conclusion that you find the matter quite personal. She left you recently. And your eyes are red and shadowed, crying and lack of sleep, most likely causes. You keep glancing over your shoulder—" Mickey turned back sheepishly. "—waiting for her to come back? Odd that she would be appearing in the middle of a cafe."
Something flashed behind Mickey's eyes, but he attempted to laugh it off. "You're out of your bloody mind!"
Sherlock leant back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. "mm... No. But you are."
Sherlock should have expected to get punched for that one.
He gingerly rubbed his jaw. "Now, that was completely uncalled for."
"Why do you care? I don't even know you, and you seem to know... Everything."
"It's what I do. I observe, and I draw conclusions. I can see a result and deduce what caused it."
"And why do you do that, then?"
"Because I, as stated before you so rudely hit me, am bored."
Mickey raised his eyebrows. "Boredom usually doesn't equal analyzing a stranger's life."
Sherlock laughed drily. "For me, it does. Strangers can be interesting, if only for, say, a chat in a cafe."
"Well, why are you so bored?"
"Because there's no case on, Mrs. Hudson took away my gun, and John hid my cigarettes!"
Mickey opened his mouth, thought better of whatever was going to come out of it, and took a sip of coffee instead. Sherlock sighed
"No, I'm not some sort of psychopath, and I'm not an escapee from Bedlam."
"What makes you think that's anywhere near what I was going to say?"
"Wasn't it?"
Pause.
"Well that's not really the point..."
"Either way, it was quite obvious by your nervousness, suddenly shifty eyes and slightly increased heart rate. Simple."
Mickey opened his mouth, closed it, and frowned, reasoning out what the strange man before him had just said. Sherlock smirked.
"You see it?"
"Yeah... When you say it, it makes a load of sense..."
"That's rather the point."
That moment, Sherlock's mobile went off. He swiped the screen and held it to his ear for a moment. He let out a bit of a sigh and said, "John and I will be there in 10."
He looked at Mickey, who shot him a quizzical look. Sherlock's face broke into a smile. "The game is afoot. Thank you for staving off my boredom."
With that, he sprinted out the door and around the corner. After a moment, Mickey heard a door slam, shouting, and the man racing upstairs.
Mickey stared across the table for a while at the man's abandoned coffee before muttering to himself "nutter" and going back to quietly thinking about Rose and the Doctor and the living mannequins and the big, little, blue box.
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