The Game is On

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"John." I whispered. Molly, John and I were at the lab where Sherlock was freaking out about not being able to think of something that would make the ladies in black save him and John. "I have a suggestion."
"Ah yes, suggestions, fire away." Sherlock said. He was so stressed!
"You have a website, and John has a blog."
"Yes your point is."
"Maybe they have the same?" I managed to bring out.
"Ah yes." He said clapping and running over to his laptop to look it up. Molly looked at me knowing I had given him a huge clue.
"Yes!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"Got anything?" Molly asked hopeful.
"Oh yes."
"Look it's on you!" John said. Our last post was about meeting the famous Sherlock Holmes. He skimmed through it.
"Rosemary and Eliza."
"What?" John asked.
"That's there names." He looked.
"There are pictures too." John pointed out.
"Rosemary is the ringleader judging on her stance. Eliza is the sharpshooter of the too." I remembered doing those pictures. We made sure it was a dark room, so our faces wouldn't be too lit. Molly wore dark leggings and a black sweater. I wore a black top and a pair of black jeans. I had my classic gun and Molly had her pistol. We both wore our beanies.
"Emails, yes, yes perfect." Sherlock chuckled. Then I felt my phone buzz. I took it out.
I'm gunna puke.- MH
Then I heard her running out covering her mouth.
"Molly!" I yelled and ran after her.
"Molly are you alright?" I asked when I came into the bathroom.
"Not really." I heard a rough voice say.
"Oh Molly," I cried I flung open the stall door to see her whipping her mouth with toilet paper and flushing the toilet. "Sickness?"
"Guilt." She responded. "It makes me sick if I'm hiding it from Sherlock I guess." I nodded.
"I feel it in the pit of my stomach too. I'll text John and say you threw up and I'm taking you to my flat and let's have a little fun tonight." She nodded eagerly. I went to her locker room easily did her combination and texted John after grabbing her stuff. Mine was already on my back. I handed her coat to her and she smiled.
"Fun time."

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