Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 16~Veggie Tales

-------John POV---------
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Sherlock is pacing around the room with his fingertips supporting his chin. I look at the television screen. I am too shocked to say anything.

On the screen is an episode of Veggie Tales. I stop and pinch my fingers into the bridge of my nose. I glance up at the screen and see the words:

Silly Songs With Larry!

"What is this?! Why is Larry singing silly songs?!" I hear Sherlock yell and gesture toward the TV. I sigh and grab the remote turning it off.

"Sherlock!" I yell confused. "Sherlock, that was an American children's show." I gesture at the television.

"I thought that was quite obvious." His eyebrows pull together.

"Sherlock," I shift my weight. "Are you drunk?" I ask. He pulls back in disgust. "I mean, you were watching a child's show! Why?"

"Because I was deducing them?" He asks unsure with his voice two octaves higher.

"Sherlock, it's a cartoon! They aren't real people!" I throw my arms out. Sherlock stops himself from speaking. He looks at the floor, ashamed of himself. I hear something behind me and I turn around to see Willow.

-------Willow POV-----
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I walk into the living room, I see Sherlock staring at the floor like a guilty child. John looks disappointed in him as well. I just stare at the situation not knowing what to do. John turns around noticing my presence.

John's phone beeps. He pulls it out, sighs then hands it to me. I hesitantly take it from his hands. I look at the text, which I presume it's from Mycroft. He's asking to meet at the location of the Ball early. I sigh at the time.

Half an hour from now. We would have to leave right away. I roll my eyes and grab my leather jacket. I pull my braided hair out of the collar with the back of my hands. When no one else moves I motion them to come. Sherlock and John move quickly, putting on their coats. We stride out the door and see a black car. It's dark paint glossy, definitely expensive, and very suspicious. John sighs and rolls his eyes, not hesitating to get in the car. I don't move.

"It's fine it's Mycroft," John chooses his words carefully. "He's...he's different."

I follow through and climb into the car. John sits at my right and Sherlock at my left, the usual. I don't feel crowded for there is much room in the back of the car. We don't have to say anything. The driver, hired by Mycroft I presume, knows where to go.

After about twenty five minutes or so the car jerks to a stop. The location we have placed ourselves is unrecognizable. The unknown building is a massive brick hotel. With over ten stories. There is a very outstanding entrance, glass doors a roof along with a red carpet. All I could think about is the 'argument' Sherlock and John had. We climb out of the car and I turn to them.

"John?"

He hums in response, looking at me oblivious but listening. 

"What were you two talking about before I walked into the living area?" I ask raising my eyebrows. 

"Why would you want to know?" Sherlock interrupts slightly annoyed. 

John starts to giggle under his breath. Sherlock and I turn to him, our faces identical. He looks up, his face red from suppressing a laugh.  

"What?" Sherlock says jerking his head slightly. John is now licking his lips trying extremely hard not to laugh.  "What?" Sherlock responds again a little more sharply. John opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is laughter.

"John what's so funny?" I ask smiling slightly. John is trying very hard to catch his breath. But he finally speaks.

"Sherlock-" He inhales sharply. "You're faces.." He begins to chuckle at us. 

"John, get a grip." I order. He breathes in to even possibly grab control of himself. 

"Well, Sherlock was.. he was watching Veggie Tales." He says tight lipped. "He tried deducing them." He waits for my response. It takes me a second to take in what he has told me. 

I burst out laughing.

John does as well.

"Okay, Okay. Come on. Mycroft is waiting." Sherlock pushes past us. I lift my head after laughing. 

"What's the deuce to you?" I ask, seeming that Sherlock hates his brother. I can't see his face, but I know he's frowning. I motion my head telling John we should follow.

Mycroft is at the entrance. He has that dry smile pasted onto his face. I nod my head in greeting. Mycroft stops smiling, I am cautious for what is to come. Multiple guards come streaming out the door. All of them in black. One threatens to grab my arm and I glare. They are not phased, they forcefully grab my arm. They blindfold me and throw me to the ground.

"Mycroft, what is this?" I hear Sherlock. 

"Just assistance, brother dear." He pauses. "Boys, be gentle. You just need to bring them to their rooms." I can hear one of the guards behind me apologize and pull the cloth off of my face. I turn to glare at the person but don't get the chance because I am pulled from the ground and pushed into the building. Sherlock, John, and I are separated. I am brought to a room full of women with dresses and makeup in their hands. The door is slammed behind me and I feel trapped. The women come rushing towards me. 

They hold the dresses up to my body, seeing which looked best. The bodies form a confined space around me. One woman's hands start to take off my clothing and I push their hands off.

"Ladies, I can do it myself!" They nod in response and they back away. I take off my clothing, then a lady hands me a marvelous black plain dress. However, there are a few details here and there. I see it as the perfect dress. I slip on the dress.

The women begin to race at me with makeup and hair brushes. I widen my eyes at hungry eyes of fashionable women.

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