Showered, dressed and with full stomachs, Sherlock and John had slipped out to the shops to get the morning papers before settling themselves on the couch to pore over the various reports.
Although both men looked up when Greg and Sally finally joined them, neither mentioned the blush darkening Sally's cheeks, nor the proprietorial arm Greg kept around her waist.
"Help yourself to breakfast." John said, ducking his head back to look at the newspaper spread out on the coffee table. "Mrs Hudson will be up in a short while to go through our plans and help us to sort out our next steps."
"Next steps?" Sally called through from the kitchen as she made toast and coffee.
"Can't stay here." John sat back on the couch and glanced at Sherlock, whose eyes narrowed as he thought. "Any ideas, genius?"
"Why'd you call him that?" Greg was far too hungry to remember his manners, cramming almost a whole slice of buttered toast in his mouth.
Sally came out of the kitchen to hear John's answer, Sherlock also turned to look at him, intrigued. John just raised an eyebrow.
"You should see him with a chemistry set."
Greg choked on his toast.
"What are you up to now John Watson?" Mrs Hudson bustled through the door, looking pointedly at her grinning boys.