A/N: And this is it! The end... Thank you to everyone who's followed and reviewed this, you've been wonderful. :3 Sorry it was just a short little thing, but it was only a five plus one. Longer Sherlock work will possibly be coming soon-ish.

"Lestrade left a new file, you know. It's been sitting on your chair since this morning."

"Yeah, I read it."

"You didn't read it to me. Why not? You always read the ridiculous things to me, no matter how stupidly easy they are."

"I didn't need to."

"Why? The police already solved it? That hardly seems likely."

"Cyanide."

"What?"

"It was cyanide. She had pulmonary edema, and died of cardiac arrest, in a restaurant. For no apparent reason. Which means probably poisoning, because it'd be easy to add to food. Pinkish tinge to her skin, which is common with cyanide poisoning, and the symptoms appeared after she had her after-dinner coffee, which would have masked the taste of the cyanide somewhat. Wouldn't have been a nice way to go, but it would have been very effective."

"..."

"What?"

"..."

"Oh. Right. I'm sorry for working something out before the great Sherlock Holmes for once."

"You haven't 'worked things out', you still don't know what the motive is, or who did it-"

"Well, if she was having dinner with her ex-husband, who wanted to try and get back together with her, and she said no and then died from poisoned coffee... I'm saying the ex-husband's got a pretty good motive and is a fairly solid suspect."

"..."

"God, you're a sore loser, aren't you?"

"Shut up."

"...You know, if I solved it, you have to text Lestrade, right? ...Oh, fine, fine, I'll do it. No need to sulk. Honestly. Consulting three-year-old, I tell you."