I hailed for a cab but due to my height it seemed very unlikely that one was going to stop. I decided to walk instead, it was a long walk to the yard but at least it's exercise.
I begin my journey to the yard, repeating to myself two steps at a time John, two steps at a time.
I reach the yard with a satisfied breath, finally. Looking around I spot a sympathetic Greg Lestrade "Hello John" he says with a bright smile to which I just nod my head "the body is over there" he pointed to a still form and again I nodded.
I look at the body, late teens early twenties, the body has been missing for 2 days, leg wound indicates running (probably away from the killer).... blond hair on her shirt that obviously does not belong there, h- "do you have anything" came a snarl from behind me, turning around I came face to face with Phillip Arnderson. " Hey, are you still trying to be like that freak?" if not for Greg, Anderson would be in the hospital right now.
I hadn't been to the yard since that insufferable got had called Sherlock a freak, as for the case, as suspected the bartender at the bar the woman had visited frequently did it. I know I could never be Sherlock Holmes, I which Greg would stop asking me to come help with a case...I wish I was.......dead.
( Gonna do this in third person POV, a lot easier)
John was watching crap telly when his phone vibrated, thinking it was Greg he ignored it. It vibrated again and still he ignored it, it did it again and he pulls his phone out frustrated. It wasn't a message from Greg, no it was a message from.....Mycroft.
Hello John -MH
Hi..Mycroft? -JW
Yes, this is I - MH
What do you want -JW
Why would you think I want something -MH
Do not answer that. I need to ask you a ....personal question -MH
And what might that be -JW
If you were to take someone on a date where would you take them? -MH
yes I have begun to indulge in this 'sentimental' feelings -MH
And who might this lucky lady be? -JW
It's a man -MH
I think Italian is the best place for a romantic dinner, think Lady and the tramp. -JW
Yes, I quite like that idea, that you for you assistance -MH
Your welcome? -JW
oh and John, nice initials -MH
John tucks his phone away as the conversation with Mycroft ends. That was unusual, a Holmes asking for advice. Hmm..maybe the lack of sleep is making me a little crazy, yeah that's it thought John as he got off the couch and walks into Sherlock's room.
He lays awake as day turns into night and night into morning.
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I just realised that is I do five chapters a day I can finish this book in 4 days. What I need most, encouragement!
Yes am adding some mystrade (obviously)
Kungfu panda out! «·» «·»
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Yea, that's what I meant to do .....PEACE!
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Fanfictionthose times when you hate yourself so much that all you want to do is live, live so you can experience the pain, live so that you can feel the hurt. that's exactly how John Watson feels, after several attempts of suicide because of blame all he does...
