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A brown paper bag floated past Sherlock as they walked to the Starbucks. He gazed at it watching it as it blew into the face of one of the living statues, situated around Trafalgar square. He smirked to himself as the statue broke his concentration and pulled the bag away. Suddenly he realised it was an analogy of what he was feeling. A sudden moment of blindness.
John opened the door of the Starbucks letting Sherlock through first.
"Grab a table, I'll get the coffees. Flat black 2 sugars?" John asked. Sherlock nodded in response, and slid into a chair. He looked down at a coffee stain on the table frowning to himself. The case had been simple enough, he'd deducted that the wife of a prestigious banker had run away with her young lover and not kidnapped as the police had suspected. Anderson had said something he hadn't understood. Sherlock had ignored it at the time, but now it had started to annoy him. How could Anderson use a word he didn't know the meaning of, had his IQ suddenly dropped? John returned with the coffee and sat down opposite him.
"What's wrong, you've been quiet ever since we left the crime scene?" John said, a concerned look on his face.
"I'm fine." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.
"Sherlock, whatever it is, you can tell me." John said putting his handover Sherlock's. Sherlock took a breath and let it out.
"John, what's a MILF?" Sherlock asked. John spat his coffee out over the table and stared to cough turning impossibly red. The couple at the next to them stared and giggled. Sherlock looked confused and waited for John to stop coughing. "Sherlock." John whispered. "Don't say that word so loudly in public."
"Why?" Sherlock asked, wondering what beside choking on coffee was causing John to turn letterbox red.
"MILF." John whispered. "Is an acronym for Mother I'd Like to Fuck." Sherlock's top lip curled.
"That's disgusting. That poor woman." Sherlock said wanting to wash his brain of the memory of Anderson grinning as he looked at her photo.
"Sentiment?" John asked confused.
"Anderson said it at the crime scene." Sherlock replied.
"Ewe!" John said, shuddering slightly. "Poor woman."