A/N: Thank you again so much for all the reviews etc! You guys are awesome! To guest reviewer Rosa, there was a note at the top of the page for the previous chapter stating that it was a sad story. In addition, I mentioned that people concerned or with triggers could check my profile page for more information before reading. All stories are standalone unless otherwise stated.

*Apologies for the earlier formatting issue with this chapter!

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Wallpaper

John Watson casually walked up to where Sherlock Holmes was sitting in the lab. The ex-army doctor had been catching up with some old colleagues while the consulting detective was finishing up with some evidence analysis. He could see now that he was done and assumed he was texting Greg with his conclusions.

As he walked up, a particular color in the messaging background caught his eye. He peered over Sherlock's shoulder to get a better look.

"Is that picture from the dodgy fundraiser we had to infiltrate with Molly last month?" He squinted and asked. "Looks like the burgundy gown she wore."

"John," Sherlock blanched. "It is exceedingly rude to look over a person's shoulder without first making their presence known."

He fumbled with his phone for a moment but managed to minimize the texting app he was using. By this time, an amused grin was forming on John's face.

"Ahem," He coughed to try to cover up the chuckle that left him. "Your…uh wallpaper background."

Sherlock's eyes went wide and he hastily went to grab the device off the counter top although he'd just set it down.

"All done then?" Molly popped her head into the lab startling both men. "Going out for lunch today so I thought I'd lock up."

The unexpected arrival of the pathologist caused an even more unexpected and rare incidence of gracelessness on Sherlock's part. The phone went sailing through the air, as if in slow motion, before it clattered to the floor and slid towards Molly. His fingers had been cold and dry and therefore without much grip (he'd later say out loud to no one in particular).

"Oh dear!" Molly gasped and quickly retrieved the phone. "I hope it's not broken."

She'd just turned her eyes towards the screen when a dark blur crossed in front of her face. The phone was plucked out of her fingers as she yelped and stumbled backwards from having her personal space invaded.

"It's fine!" Sherlock shrilly announced spinning around towards the doorway. "Not broken. Fine. Just fine. It's perfectly fine!"

"Um..okay…" Molly leaned against a table to catch her breath after being surprised by Sherlock's abrupt behavior.

"Come, John!" He barked as he exited the room. "We must go to the Yard."

"Right!" John smiled apologetically at Molly and hurriedly followed the taller man. But, he paused when he heard the calm, soothing voice of the pathologist following after them.

"Sherlock," Molly called out. She stood at the doorway of the lab as she took out her set of keys.

"Hmm?" Sherlock, his face a mask of coolness, stopped short and John nearly collided with him.

She locked the door and made her way down the short hallway while John and Sherlock waited for her to speak.

"It isn't polite to take pictures of people while they're sleeping," she smirked and didn't hide it. "But, it is a nice picture though."

John's jaw dropped as he watched Molly Hooper walk past them and leave for lunch. He turned just in time to witness the rosy blush on his friend's cheeks before he, too, dashed off.

"Not a word, John."

The wide, toothy smile that John wore didn't go away until very late in the day much to Sherlock's consternation. But, John didn't mind the other man's little jabs one bit. He simply reminded himself that his friend was beginning to see that logic and sentiment weren't always mutually exclusive. And, that was a very good thing indeed.