"So what do you want me and Mary to do?" Mycroft hesitated like he didn't know either, he finally answered "You'll be going on a date to a fancy restaurant that we have payed for". I didn't want to go on this date, I don't love Mary, I love, Sherlock. Me and Mary walked out of the room. I took her hand and we walked to a limousine that was really fancy. The inside was like a party on its own, it had cup holders with ice, which had Champagne in it. It was tempting to drink, so I had a glass, so did Mary. We were driving through London until we arrived at a very nice restaurant called Sopranos. We took a seat and took our order. The waiter, he looked French, also sounded French, with a moustache that looked French but didn't look real, he wore glasses and his hair could nest birds. "Observe" I kept hearing Sherlocks voice in my head. For some reason, maybe by instinct, I took off the waiters glasses and punched him in the face. "Hello sweetie" I say, hitting him again, and again, in the face.
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Dead Man Walking
FanfictionAlmost 2 years since John Watsons best friend, Sherlock Holmes jumped off Bart Hospital's rooftop. But when John meets up with Mycroft, John may still have hope.
