It's later in the afternoon and hum, well I've been helping Mrs Hudson clean the flat and I stumbled upon your birth certificate I took from you when you wouldn't tell me your middle name so hum, ya I still have it. Here. Feel free to come pick it up or, or I'll come and drop it off at your place.
You choose. Personally I don't mind dropping it off but it's up to you.
I'm gonna continue to help clean.
I hope we talk soon.
Bye.
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Voice mails from Sherlock to John
FanfictionAfter two years and a half of not speaking or seeing his best friend, Sherlock finally calls John and opens up about his feelings. Slowly. Gently.
