Not My Division

three

The shorter blonde man froze at the top of the staircase. The other one took one quick glance at Ivy and continued on his way towards the door.

"Sherlock." The shorter one called to the other.

"Sherlock." He repeated, this time in a more demanding tone.

"Ugh." Sherlock sassed, rolling his eyes. It seemed to Ivy that it were as though John was Sherlock's mother.

"Hello. John Watson." John shook her hand and shot her a warming -yet quick- smile. Ivy quickly analyzed him. Looked him over once more and then spoke:

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" This caught Sherlock's attention.

Sherlock stared at her for awhile then smirked. "Okay. Who told you?"

"Nobody." She said nonchalantly. "Just like nobody told me how you're a detective who works with-not for- the police. Or like nobody told me that you haven't phoned your mother in 4-no- 5 weeks, but you're not too caught up on that, are you? Or that you haven't had a case in three days and that's getting to you. You're an excellent violinist and you do enjoy The Beatles, although you like to keep that to your self. You have a secret drug addiction, oops, that seems to be under control at the moment (but I know where you keep it). Oh, and the OBVIOUS one: you're a virgin. And you are just. Like. Me." She said quickly.

Nobody tells Ivy that "someone told her".

" Oh God. There's two of them." John sighed.

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Ew. That was bad.
And short.
Whatever.
I gotsta go to da gym.
Baiiiiii<3

KB