Wholock

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Sherlock got home late that night. He immediately hung his coat up and walked to his room without a word.

I was still awake and actually writing the first part of this case to put on my blog. He didn't acknowledge me and I didn't mind. I was still mad at him for leaving. I mean Molly?! Why did he take Molly and not me? It still angers me.

Enough of that though. You're reading this for the case, not for me complaining. Back to the case then!

The next morning, Sherlock woke up and he made himself a cup of tea. I was sitting at the table reading the paper and eating my toast.

"How'd the investigation go last night?" I asked, kind of passive aggressively.

"Good! Good, yeah," he said, taking a sip.

"How was Molly?"

"She was great. No blogger, but good."

No blogger. Ha! What was that supposed to mean?

"That's good," I replied, cleaning up my plate.

Sherlock didn't acknowledge my last comment and instead got right back to work investigating.

"Any new leads?" I asked.

"One," Sherlock told me. "Amy wore sneakers."

"How does that help?" I asked. I always feel two steps behind this man when he's on a case.

"It tells me how fast she is capable to go while walking, what type of footprints to look for, and other stuff, John. Try to keep up," Sherlock said, standing up.

"Okay sure yeah. I see now." I didn't see how that helped much though.

Sherlock walked over towards the window and opened the curtain while peering out. He saw something and immediately walked away and flopped onto the couch.

"What was it? What? What did you see?" I asked him casually.

"Just the other John and Molly are on their way up."

"Oh okay. They seem pretty buddy-buddy don't you think? It's almost like they've known each other before this... Sherlock?"

Sherlock had gotten off the couch as soon as I said that and walked quickly over to the door to open it.

There was one faint knock and he flung the door open.

"Molly! John! Come in," he said sitting in his chair.

"Oh hi Sherlock," Molly said, still with her hand in mid knock.

She and Mr. Smith walked in and sat on the couch.

"Sherlock," Mr. Smith started, almost hesitantly. "I was wondering. Do you by any chance have a-er fob watch?"

"Fob watch? What the hell are you talking about? We need to crack the case of your friends, John."

"Sherlock," Molly said, butting in. "This'll help."

I was completely dumbfounded by the fact that the client and Molly Hooper were more interested in some random belonging of Sherlock's then Amy and Rory.

"John!" John Smith said to me. "Have you seen a fob watch around?"

"I think we should get back to the investigation." I replied.

"I do have one," Sherlock said. "But it doesn't work."