A man standing across the street from 221b Baker Street smirks as he sees the scene play out in front of him.
Of course he was the one to turn Sherlock's photos into the press and who put the billboard up right across from Lestrade's office.
He pulls out a sleek, black phone and pulls up the messages.
Hello, Sherlock?
Did you miss me?
~JM
Is all that he types. He presses send and waits a few minutes. He watches Sherlock pick up his phone and opens the message.
He watches as the blood drains from Sherlock's face and watches as Greg and John peer over his shoulder to look at the phone.
By the time the three men go to peer out the window, the man is gone.
Fin.
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hello my lovely readers.
thank you for reading this. It isn't very good but I thought it was pretty cool. :)
I also have a Peter Pan fanfiction an several other books that have been written and completed. I wouldn't mind if you checked them out, too.
Goodbye! Be ready for the Christmas special in December! :)
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FanfictionJohn Watson had been having a hard time coping with Sherlock Holmes's death. So when Sherlock miraculously reappears in the flat one day, why does John take it so well?
