His Best Friend (sherlolly)

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It had been exactly one month ago today, that I'd met Sherlock Holmes.

We tended to butt heads, but I think that it was because we were so alike. We were both smart and stubborn, and we both shared an interest in the human body, and to top it all off, being around Sherlock so much had made me interested in crime. I would ask him questions about past and present cases, and his eyes would light up like a small child's on Christmas, going on and on for what felt like hours. Sometimes I didn't pay attention to what he was saying, and just admire his enthusiasm. There's nothing better than watch someone talk about what they loved, and Sherlock Holmes claims he's 'married to his work'. If that's not dedication, I don't know what is.

I still felt drawn to him. It didn't matter how many times he put me down, or made me feel like crap, I couldn't resist him. It was near impossible to not talk to him, or stick my nose up and pretend he wasn't there, I had to talk to him.

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I looked at my watch. It read 7:30 P.M.

I glanced out the window and saw only snow falling slowly from a gray sky. I rubbed my eyes, tired due to not getting enough sleep the night before. I decided to leave before I was the last one there. I packed my bag, making sure i had my phone and wallet, and headed out to the elevator. I briskly walked to the door of the front entrance. I'm not sure why, but I felt so intimidated by the woman who sat at the front desk. Tall, skinny, blonde, and stunning-everything I wasn't.

"Oh, Molly!" she yelled just as I reached the door.

Shit. I turned around and slowly started to walk back. "Yes?" I asked cautiously.

"I just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas!" She smiled sweetly at me.

See? She was so nice, and I had no reason to dislike her, but I honestly think it's because i'm jealous of her.

"Thank you!" I said, caught off guard. "Merry Christmas to you, too." I smiled at her. "Bye." I said, turning around.

"Bye!"

As I was walking home on the crowded London streets, thinking about what had just happened and how someone being nice to me caught me off guard, i heard yelling across the street.

"DON'T COME BACK AGAIN!" the man yelled, pushing a tall young man out of the door to a small pub. The man stumbled and fell, moaning and rolling around trying to get back up. A wave of familiarity washed over me. I recognized his face.

"SHERLOCK!!" I yelled, running across the street. I had never seen him like this, His cold expression replaced by a smiling one.

"Whoops!" He laughed. His lip was bleeding, and his eye had a bruise forming around it.

"Where is your coat? Did you leave it inside?" I asked, concerned that he would catch a cold.

He nodded his head and his eyes started to tear up.

I grabbed the sides of his head and made him look me in the eyes. "I'm going to go inside and get your coat," I slowly said. "don't go anywhere." I said louder, grabbing his attention. He looked at me and gave me a thumbs up.

I walked into the pub, slowly scanning for his black trench coat. I spotted it hanging off the back of a chair sitting at the bar. I walked over there, and grabbed it, quickly turning away. I started to walk away when somebody grabbed my wrist. I turned to face whoever it was holding me back.

A tall, bearded man was standing there holding my wrist. I tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than me.

"How about I buy you a drink?" He called over the loud music.