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Lestrade was in the flat, waiting for Sherlock while gossiping with Ms. Hudson.
“So… do you think something changed between them since John is back home?” Greg asks as quietly as possible.
“Oh… I wished for it for so many years! I know that they are friends and that they take care of Rosie together… But who knows! If they are a couple, why aren’t they saying anything?”
“Have you ever… Don’t know… Found them in a more than friendly position lets say?” The DI enquires, knowing that Ms. Hudson wasn’t prudish.
“No, not really…” She looks sad, as if she wanted to walk on them naked!
“Hear... anything?”
“No, I don’t think so, but my hearing is not as good as it was few years ago…” Ms. Hudson replies smiling.
“And with your soother…” Greg laughs merrily.
“Greg… don’t say things like that! It’s for my bad hip!” She laughs.
Suddenly, John walks out of the en-suite bathroom with a disheveled look. Looking at both his friends, he mutters “Sorry… I was doing… stuff…” and turns swiftly to take the stairs to his bedroom, his cheeks red.
Sherlock, coming out of his bedroom with a similar unkempt look, simply states with a smug look “Oh, hello Greg, I am stuff…” and walks to the kitchen simply dressed in a bedsheet.