(John’s POV: )
After a pleasant deduction of the judge (note sarcasm) and some quality time with Moriarty for Sherlock later, Sherlock was being released. As he signed for his personal property, I stood beside him, leaning back on the desk with my arms folded. Alice was standing behind him, smiling and watching expectantly.
“What did I say? I said, ‘Don’t get clever.’” I scolded.
“I can’t just turn it on and off like a tap.” Sherlock argued. Taking the bag of items from the custody officer, he turned to me. “Well?” He said expectantly.
“Well what?” I asked.
“You were there for the whole thing, up in the gallery, start to finish.” He clarified.
“Like you said it would be...” Alice said, referring to Jim’s defending barrister. “...he sat on his backside, never even stirred.” I nodded.
“Moriarty’s not mounting any defence.” Sherlock replied thoughtfully.
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We walked into the living room, Alice immediately going to change into different clothes. She really despised wearing dress clothes. Pity. She looked nice.
“Bank of England, Tower of London, Pentonville. Three of the most secure places in the country and six weeks ago Moriarty breaks in, no-one knows how or why.” I said tiredly. I sat down in my armchair as Sherlock began to pace. “All we know is...”
“...he ended up in custody.” Sherlock interrupted. He stopped and turned to me. I took a breath.
“Don’t do that.” I said irritably. Alice came out in Sherlock’s pyjama bottoms and a tank top, and sat in Sherlocks chair. Her eyes closed and I could only assume she was in her Mind Forest again.
“Do what?” Sherlock asked.
“The look.” I replied dryly.
“Look?”
“You’re doing the look again.” I answered.
“Well, I can’t see it, can I?” Sherlock asked sarcastically. I pointed to the mirror on the wall, as if Sherlock was an idiot for not realizing it was there... Which he kind of was.
Sherlock turned his head and looked at his reflection. “It’s my face.” He replied, sounding confused.
“Yes, and it’s doing a thing. You’re doing a ‘we both know what’s really going on here’ face.” I explained.
“Well, we do.” He reasoned, looking to Alice quickly. She didn’t respond.
“No. I don’t, which is why I find ‘The Face’ so annoying.” I retorted.
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How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)
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