Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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Finally, someone interesting! I wonder why the clever ones always demand to take credit. The stupid ones take less than a day to decipher. I probably look crazy, and I get your point. Calling a psychopath interesting gets me weird looks. And I understand, I really do. I just... don't care.
" I can't belive you convinced me into doing this." Julia complains as we dig through the garbage looking for the pink suit case.
"Well, Advena (a/n: alien in Latin) you owe me because someone got us both arrested." I reply from a bin over while glaring at her.
"Oi, you had fun and you know it Mrs. Insane." Julia scowls.
"It's Ms. I'm not married. But I will admit that blowing up those Weeping angels was fun." I correct.
(a/n: If you don't watch Doctor Who, DON'T look up weeping angels. Because of Doctor Who I am terrified of angel statues.)
"You're not? But I thought you and Sherlock..."Julia trails off.
''Shut up. If Sherlock hears you, you're dead. Trust me when I say I can make that happen.'' I threaten as I uncover the pink case.
------------------------------------time skip brought by Weeping Angels-------------------------------------------
"I have found ze pink suitcase!" I yell dramatically as Julia and I enter 221 B Baker Street. We drop the suitcase at the bottom of the stairs and head up.
"Hello Jonny boy. I want you to meet Julia. Julia, meet John. " I introduce.
''Finally for once I am not the sanest one in the room! Nice to meet you." Julia exclaims.
"Likewise. " John says.
"Ah... hello Julia." Sherlock says from the couch.
"We'll be downstairs if you need us.'' Julia announces as she takes out her sonic screwdriver.
