A/N: OK, I know this bit is reeeeeeeeally short, but it's a transition chapter. There will be a long chapter to come next time, honest!

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He got up about thirty minutes later, heading for John's laptop. When John wandered in soon after, he found Sherlock online looking at the Club Aquarium and Princess of Shoreditch websites.

"Oh, taking Molly there? That's a nice restaurant from what I hear. Not really-"

"Not really my area, yes, I know," Sherlock said absently. "But none of this is, so I figured I'd do a traditional date and get the worst part over with."

"You silver-tongued devil," John said sarcastically. "I don't know how any woman could resist you."

Sherlock made a face. John looked at the club's website. "Indoor pool. Nice. Tonight's 80's night at the club, I think."

"Yes, I know," Sherlock answered, opening up another website and plugging his new phone into the laptop. "Molly loves 80's music. I'm putting some on my phone to listen to in the taxi."

John blinked. "Wow."

Sherlock glanced up. "What?"

"You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you?"

"John, as long as you've known me, it must be evident to you that I don't do anything in half measures. Having decided to investigate the possibility of a romantic relationship, something I thought I would never do, I am being just as precise as if I was on a case."

John drew his lips into a thin line and gave a small nod. "Right. Well, you're consistent, Sherlock, I can say that for you."

"For the most part," Sherlock muttered cryptically. He gave John his full attention. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, actually, thanks. I don't know what was wrong with me, odd since I'm a doctor. But it seems to be gone now."

I know, Sherlock thought grimly. Moriartyitis. But he simply replied: "good."

"Yeah, and actually… I have a date tonight myself."

"Really?" Sherlock raised both eyebrows. "A new one?"

"Yeah. Her name's Mary. She's a nurse."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have lots to talk about then," Sherlock said, turning his attention back to the laptop and phone.

John stared. "That's it?"

"That's what?"

"No sneers? No disdainful deductions? You acted… nice? Sherlock, I think you've been bewitched!" John said in amazement.

Sherlock shook his head and pressed a button on his phone. Duran Duran began to sing "Is There Something I Should Know?"

"Not bewitched, John," Sherlock murmured as his friend walked away. "Cursed."