When John returned to Molly's he was surprised to find Sherlock in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and stiring saucepans.
"You cook?" he asked, venturing over to see if what was being produced actually looked edible or not.
"It's a simple matter of following instructions, it doesn't require a genius" Sherlock replied tartly, waving to the recipe book he was using.
"True, I've just never seen you do it before" John said, taking out the things to lay the table "Where's Molly?"
"In the bath. They're supposed to be relaxing so I made her one and insisted she leave the cooking to me." Sherlock replied, as if such considerate behaviour was normal for him. John stopped what he was doing, his eyebrows coming together in confusion.
"What? Was that not right? Should I have let her cook?" Sherlock asked, having noticed John's confusion.
"No, it's not that." John said, shaking his head. His earlier thoughts on Sherlock and Molly came back to him.
"Then what is it?" Sherlock asked impatiently.
"Well, you've been acting very… differently, with Molly. I've been noticing it ever since you told me you were alive." John told him "Is there something you're not telling me? Like, are you two a couple now or something? Because if you are - "
"I've told you already, John, I consider myself married to my work. And Molly knows that too. Living with her has maybe opened my eyes a bit more to how to treat a woman, if you don't want to suffer their wrath, but that doesn't mean I'm suddenly interested in a relationship. And I'm just taking extra care of her today because she took such good care of me when I needed it. I never let my debts go unpaid" Sherlock explained.
"Oh. Right. Makes sense I suppose" John said, continuing with laying the table.
"So, what happened today, I need all the details." Sherlock asked
John explained all of what had happened on the raid that afternoon and soon they found themselves cracking up with laughter like old times.
"So you really threatened a dangerous criminal with a stapler?" Sherlock laughed
"Yeah, I know, crazy right?" John said, wiping a tear of laughter away.
"Completely, it's the kind of thing only happens in the movies, or so I thought!"
"Where do you think I got the idea?"
"I know where you got the idea" Sherlock said, with feigned seriousness.
John smirked "Should have known you were a batman fan"
"Not a fan exactly." Sherlock resonded "I may have watched a few films out of curiousity. He is supposed to be the worlds greatest detective"
"You don't sound like you were impressed" John noticed
"Please, if he was realy that good he would have figured out the true identity of Ra's Al Ghul a lot quicker. I knew straight away." Sherlock said, sounding guinely exasperated at the superhero.
"Of course you did." John chuckled. The two started to laugh again at the absurd turn their conversation had taken.
"So what did Lestrade say?" Sherlock asked, getting them back on track.
"I don't think he knew what to say. He figured it out by the way, that you'd given me the hints on how to find the place" John said, sobering up.
Sherlock was completely unphased "I figured he might."
"So what's happening now, Sherlock?" John asked "Now we've taken out the guys watching us are you coming back?"
"Moriarty could have a new team out here by tomorrow if he wanted." Sherlock said "But perhaps it's best to strike while the iron is hot. I have enough information for now, by the time the poilce have worked through what I've given them I'll have the rest. I'll go see Lestrade tomorrow."
John smiled. Finally this chapter had come to an end, and he couldn't wait to find out what the next would bring. He might even have to start blogging again.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the end for this fic. Hope you enjoyed it, thanks very much for your support. I have now started uploading my compliment piece to this story 'Taming the Shrewd', which you can find through my page. It follows Sherlock and Molly through the same story as this one, and maybe even beyond for a little Sherlolly goodness. Check it out :)