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A couple days after his birthday Zyair sits drawing as John writes on his blog and Sherlock stands in his red tressing gown, over his shirt and trousers, drinking a cup of tea and flicking through the paper "What are you typing?" Sherlock asks. "Blog." John responds. "About?" Sherlock asks. "Us." John tells him. "You mean Zyair and I." Sherlock tells him. "Why?" John asks him. "Well, you're typing a lot." Sherlock remarks. Just then the doorbell rings "Right then. So, what have we got?" Sherlock asks heading to the door.
*The following couple of weeks*
"My wife seems to be spending a very long time at the office." a man says. "Boring." Sherlock comments. "Affair." Zyair adds.
"I think my husband might be having an affair." a lady tells them. "Yes." Sherlock and Zyair say at the same time.
"She's not my real aunt. She's been replaced, I know she has. I know human ash." a man tells them, hold an urn. "Leave." Sherlock tells him, pointing to the door.
"We are prepared to offer any sum of money you care to mention for the recovery of these files." a business man, with two aids behind him, tells them. "Boring." Zyair remarks as Sherlock rolls his eyes.
A geeky man sits on the chair, two of his fellow geeky friends stood behind him "We have this website. It explains the true meaning of comic books, 'cause people miss a lot of the themes. But then all the comic books started coming true." he explains, Sherlock and Zyair perking up. "Oh. Interesting." Sherlock remarks.
Later, John sits in his armchair, updating his blog, Sherlock peers over his should "'Geek Interpreter.' What's that?" he asks. "It's the title." John responds. "What does it need a title for?" Sherlock asks. John smiles tightly as Sherlock straightens up and walks away. Zyair rolls his eyes slightly before going back to his drawing.
Sherlock uses his magnifier to look at a woman's body lying on the table at St Bart's, John is standing at the other side of the table with Zyair as Lestrade stands nearby "Do people actually read your blog?" Sherlock asks. "Where d'you think our clients come from?" John asks. "I have a website." Sherlock tells him. "In which you enumerate two hundred and forty different types of tobacco ash. Nobody's reading your website." John tells him. Sherlock straightens up and glares at him "Right then: dyed blonde hair; no obvious cause of death except for these speckles, whatever they are." John remarks, looking up to see Sherlock gone. "He walked out as you were talking." Zyair tells him before following his dad.
Sherlock walks past a thping John,eating a piece of toast "Oh, for God's sakes!" he exclaims with his mouth full. Zyair looks up in confusion "What?" he asks his dad. "'The Speckled Blonde'?!" his dad reads out. John purses his lips as Sherlock walks off, Zyair trying to muffle his laughter.
Two little girls sit together "They wouldn't let us see Grandad when he was dead. Is that 'cause he'd gone to heaven?" one of them ask. "People don't really go to heaven when they die. They're taken to a special room and burned." Sherlock responds. The two girls look at each other in distress "Sherlock..." John starts. Zyair gets up "Ignore him, he's not very good at jokes. The reason you couldn't see your Grandad is because they didn't want to upset you. Now how about we go see if we can find some biscuits for you to eat while you wait for your mum to get back?" he tells them. The girls nod and hold one of his hands each as he takes them down to Mrs Hudson, sending his dad a look as he does.
