And now...things shift.
Tectonic Dynamics
Sherlock sat back down after making his point about the ventilation of the bedrooms. "And that's how he killed her."
Lestrade leaned back in his chair. "We'll take it from here, Sherlock. Thank you, again."
Sherlock concealed a smug smirk, knowing that Lestrade was tired and grumpy. He unconsciously took his tea cup in hand to have a sip and did a double-take.
"When did these get here?" he demanded, gesturing at the Earl Grey tea and the white chocolate biscuits that'd mysteriously appeared at his elbow.
He looked up at the counter. John looked away with a blush.
Prompt was #77: blush