Sherlock and John were retired now. They lived in a small home in the country. Sherlock chose to live there because of one thing. Bees. There were flowers and bees everywhere.
Sherlock was sitting next to a flower and watching a striped little bee land on the flower. He smiled and kept watching. John was inside reading the newpaper. Sherlock got up and streched.
"See you later bumble bee." Sherlock said and went inside. John was waiting for him.
"Where were you?" John asked. Sherlock laughed.
"I was sitting outside looking at a bee." he said. John smiled and looked out of the window.
"Do you miss London?" he asked. Sherlock nodded.
"I miss knowing where everything is." Sherlock said with a smile on his face. John pulled out two plane tickets. Sherlock looked a bit confused.
"What's this?" he asked. John had a smile on his face.
"We're going back to London." John said. Sherlock's eyes had a spark in them.
"MURDERS!" Sherlock yelled and ran back outside with a jar. John was confused. Why is running outside with a jar? Sherlock ran back inside with the jar closed. He poked holes in the top and there were a few flowers in there.
"Hello bee. Your coming with me to London." Sherlock said.
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I thought this would be cute :3
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