THE NEXT MORNING

Sherlock was sat at the table when John came down the next morning reading the newspaper. After getting himself a cup of coffee and some slices of buttered toast, John joined him at the table. As he sat down opposite him, Sherlock folded up the newspaper, finished reading it for the time being

"Anything of interest today?" he asked sleepily as he took a sip of the coffee. Sherlock wordlessly handed John the folded up newspaper with a tiny almost unnoticeably smirk. John briefly looked at the front page and spat out his mouthful of coffee.

"Something you'd like to tell me John about the week I wasn't here?" Sherlock's smirk grew a tad and he raised his eyebrow.

"That's completely out of context…we'd just worked out about the switch trigger…he kissed me…it really did mean nothing…I'm not gay!" John spluttered, his face getting redder and redder.

"Calm down John, I never said it did, although you might want to ignore your phone for today." Sherlock mused, just as John's phone bleeped. "DI Lestrade's just seen the paper as well then." He observed, followed by his own phone beeping. "And that would be my dear brother. My, what a fun day this is going to be, don't you think John?" Sherlock wouldn't help but laugh a little bit at the sight of his friend and flatmate's face at this.