"Sherlock!" Jim beams,showing teeth and all, as said detective walks into his office on Monday morning.

Sherlock frowns, obviously wondering if Jim had suddenly taken a tub of happy pills to make him actually be friendly and act like he wanted to see Sherlock. The bemused look on Sherlock's face just makes Jim giggle. He looked like a confused puppy trying to determine if it's owner was testing them.

"I've been waiting for you" Jim announces when the man continues to hover in the doorway and say nothing. His large smile stays in place the whole and if Sherlock face was anything to go by, he was getting creeped out by Jim's friendliness. 

"Um..." Sherlock trails off, still confused despite his effort to regain his composure. He holds up a plastic Starbuck's cup. "I brought you coffee"

Jim blinks, taken aback by the friendly gesture for a few moments. He guesses that's how Sherlock felt right now too. Then, with another cute little smile, Jim takes the cup.

"Thank you" He says, taking a sip.

A very familiar taste hits Jim. Vanilla Coffee. Jim can't help his surprise - his eyebrows shoot up, wondering how the hell Sherlock knew what kind of coffee he liked to drink. Jim finds himself looking down at the cup in wonder, as if it held all the answers. 

"Ho-" He pauses before nodding and answering his own question. "Cindy's"

Sherlock nods as well before leaning against Jim's desk next to the man himself. "Yep... So. Why were you waiting for me?" He asks, straight to the point as per usual. 

Jim is suddenly grinning again.

"I've arranged with my uncle for us to go to his shooting range for the day. He's closing for the day on Saturday and he's said we can go in there for as long as we like" He pauses for a second. "I thought it'd save my computers and you'd still get to shoot at things"

His explanation skills sucked, it was official.

After he has explained, Jim sips his drink and allows all that information to sink in. He feels as though he spoke in a rush but maybe that's just because he's excited. 

Sherlock blinks at him, his face almost void of emotion minus hints of shock.

Was it really that hard to believe that Jim could be nice to him and would willing spend time with him? Not forgetting he was doing it for his computers. That was his main reason. So Sherlock's confusion and shock certainly confused Jim.

He says nothing, allowing Sherlock to collect himself while he just continues to sip on his coffee.

"I.. Er.. Are you.." Sherlock clears his throat, averting his eyes. "Are you asking me on a date?"

It's odd. Jim almost thought he sounded hopeful.

Wait. What? 

The sitting man's smile drops immediately as those words register fully in his head, the trace of hope he believed he heard in Sherlock's tone forgotten as he focuses on the words.

Sherlock thought he was asking him on a date! Oh, Jesus. What the hell?

"Oh my God!" was the first thing out of Jim's mouth as he began to shake his head. "No. God, no! It's- My computers! God.. Jesus, no. Ew"

Okay, maybe the 'ew' comment had been a bit far but Jim wanted to make it very, very clear that he was not, in any bloody universe, asking Sherlock bloody Holmes out on a bloody date to his uncle's bloody shooting range.

Bloody hell...

Jim wasn't sure what he hated more. The fact that Sherlock thought he was asking him out or the fact that Sherlock's current smile seemed just a tinsy bit disappointed. 

Jim's heart suddenly went into overload, beating rapidly, as his eyes widen. Did he say the wrong thing? Sherlock's didn't want it to be a date, right? ...No. Sherlock doesn't date. He doesn't do anything like that. There was no way that Sherlock wanted a date with that quiet awkward man from IT.

Besides, Jim doesn't want to ask him on a date!

"Thank God!" Sherlock laughs, body relaxing considerably.

Jim relaxes too, glad he hasn't upset Sherlock or hurt his feelings with his over the top version of 'no'.

Jim smiles softly. "So, Saturday?"

Sherlock nods "Sounds good, James"

Automatically, Jim grits his teeth. "My name is Jim"

Sherlock's eyes light up, recognising this version of Jim easily. He just laughs, ruffles Jim's hair (earning a huff from him) before he leaves.

Rolling his eyes at the way Sherlock hadn't even said goodbye (Rude!), Jim turns back to the computer. He sips at the coffee Sherlock brought him again, his eyes catching the writing on the side of the cup for the first time.

'James. -From Sherlock x'

Jim would have been busy pondering the kiss Sherlock had obviously made the cashier write on to the cup but he was too busy laughing once he's eyes ran over the messy, black scrawl.

Molly walks in to find Jim doubled over laughing, coughing a little too since his coffee went down the wrong hole. For a moment, she pauses and stares. Jim looked crazy... 

"Jim...?" She asks, torn between smiling and looking worried.

Jim holds the cup out, still laughing, and shows her the writing. She comes closer and reads it, a small frown on her face that is instantly wiped off and replaced with a smile when she does finally read it.

"Oh my God! He left a kiss!" Molly practically squeals.

Jim shakes his head, still not caring about that. "Look at the L"

Molly leans close, scanning the cup again. "What? It looks a bit like a C--" She stops and frowns at the giggling man. "Really, Jim?"

Jim just laughs harder. Molly rolls her eyes. What a child.

"I am so calling him Sher-cock from now on" Jim speaks, more to himself than Molly as he turns back to the computer.

Molly grabs a chair and sits beside him, smiling sweetly. Jim frowns and raises an eyebrow, isn't she meant to be in the morgue poking a dead body or something? Maybe even helping Sherlock, seeing as he was clearly here.

Jim hums. "Er.. Mols? Not to be mean but shouldn't you be kinda of, you know, working?"

She shakes her head and points to the clock on the wall. Jim looks up and sure enough, the little hands on the clock show him that it's lunch time. He hadn't even noticed the time passing. He sips at his coffee, almost bursting into a fit of giggles again before he frowns, doing his best to be serious for a moment.

"That's weird... I swear it was like ten o'clock two minutes ago..."

Molly shakes her head again and stands. "Come on"

"What?" Jim asks, blinking at her innocently.

"Don't you look at me like that, Jim. You may as well have a hand in the cookie jar"

Jim sits straight, grinning, still in a ridiculously good mood. "You have cookies?"

"Mm. I'm on the dark side. Now grab your coat and let's go have some lunch"

Before Jim knows what's happening, he's being shoved out of Bart's doors and into a booth at Cindy's. It's almost scary how bossy and demanding Molly can get. Jim feels for her future husband... or wife, Jim adds as an after thought.

She's certainly not all smiles and rainbows. No messing around with her. Jim makes a mental note to be the cool uncle type saving Molly's kids from her rein of terror. 

Jim had barely took a bite out of his pizza slice (yes, he ordered pizza for lunch. Screw the pasta diet) when Molly brought up the kiss on the coffee Sherlock had brought for him. He'd almost forgotten about that, not actually caring about the kiss. The writing was more interesting.

Sher-cock, Jim thought with a smirk.

Jim then groans and told her exactly what happened, glaring at her each time her smile widened just a little. 

By the time they were wondering back to the hospital, Molly was thinking of names for their children. Jim just went with it, joking and laughing along with her as she planned out their whole life together starting from the not-a-date on Saturday.

He wasn't really sure why he so happily went along with it. After all, Sherlock annoyed the hell out of him. Sometimes to the point Jim wanted to strangle him or throw him off building.

When Jim returned to work, ever cheerful, he checked his emails and rolled his eyes as he remembers his uncle's 'rule'. It wasn't even a date, never mind whatever was going through dear Uncle Owen's mind.

A girly squeal, which he will never admit to, escapes Jim as he reads Sebastian's reply. He logged out after reading Uncle Owen's and never got round to checking Sebastian's.

A quick scan to confirm that yes, his childhood best friend (and first boyfriend) was coming to visit him on Sunday of this week and Jim starts to reply, using far too many exclamation marks for even his own taste.

By the end of Monday, Jim was all but bouncing off the walls in his excitement.

Never had he wanted work week to end so badly.