Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 17

Omfg it's 2 in the morning and my insomnia is acting up again. Ugh better be productive and write I guess. And back to the story lovinos!!!! *MANIACAL LAUGHTER*

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The boys were laughing and hugging each others waist walking together in the middle of London. John wished that he could live in London sometimes. Maybe when he's older.

As I was saying, Sherlock and John were laughing and hugging each other, using each other for support to not fall in their arse. they silently decided to lean on a wall off a local general store sliding down to the ground, Johns head on Sherlocks shoulder.

"That... John huffed, was the most ridiculous thing I've ever done."

Sherlock giggled. "I would imagine so."

"Come on, let's get back." Sherlock got up and reached his hand out to John.

"Okay." John took the hand and held it the way back to their dorm.

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Once back inside rm 221, they had exactly 9 hours left.

Sherlock dropped the file on his desk. He then went to his armchair and sat down.

"Facts John. I need the facts. Carl came here to London on a School trip for a swim meet. He drowned in the pool, witnessed by local swim enthusiasts and children cheering him on. By the time the idiots realized he needed help, it was too late. This was 5 years ago. Police say he drowned, but was confused on how a boy with a promising future with swimming just drowned so unexpectedly." Sherlock paused, got up and grabbed the file again.

"I remember this case. It was my first actually." Sherlock turned to John. "Funny how I never let this one go."

There was a knock on the door. John walked towards it and opened it. There was no one, but a small cardboard box. On it was a sticky note. It read here's a get-to-know-you gift! Enjoy:) oxox -JM,CAM & SB.

John crumbled the note and kicked the box inside the dorm.

Sherlock looked up. "What is it?"

"A package from you-know-who."

"Voldemort?"

John rolled his eyes. "Now is not the time for Jokes Sherlock."

"Just trying to lighten the mood John."

John reached for his pocket knife and opened the box.

Inside was shoes. Ordinary trainers, retro looking.

"Oh! it really is a get-to-know-you gift. How lovely." John said sarcastically.

John threw a shoe at Sherlock, when it all hit him.

Sherlock jumped up and exclaimed ,"OH!"

John was startled and ran to Him. "Are you alright?"

"Oh John it's the shoes! Carl's! they're carls shoes. They must be. What else could they be? I mean that's brilliant! of course he killed Carls but how? the answer lies in the shoes! come on, we have to back into London again."