The Shadow (on hold)

8

John says, "you cock." I let go of Sherlock and look to see the its stopped. I turn to Sherlock and start whacking him. He tries to stop me and John laughs.

"You idiot."

"Hey, I thought you love me." John's eyes widen and I blush but keep hitting him. Sherlock grabs my wrist and spins me, crossing my arms so my back is against his chest. He explains to us about the off switch.

The police can be hears and John says about killing Sherlock. I nod in agreement. Sherlock says, "Oh please, killing me is so two years ago." I shake my head and walk out of the tube. Greg meets us and smiles at me.

"Sherlock, told me you died."

"yeah." I explain quickly as Sherlock and John join us. John is grinning and Sherlock is smirking. "oh piss off, I thought I was going to die." I walk away, giving the pretence to be angry.

They all come running after me. I get in a cab and shut the door. "221B Baker Street."

"do you want me to wait for your friends?"

"nope. Go." I laugh as Sherlock gets close to the car as it drives off.

I pay him extra and walk in. I lay on the sofa and wait for them to come back.

Ten minutes later, they all come in. I laugh. Sherlock and John move forwards to tiggle me. "I wouldn't do that if I was you."

John says, "why would that be?"

"Because I have some photos that I could publish. John you in Sherlock's hat and Sherlock is Howards hat. The people would talk."

John says, "thats blackmail."

"Greg is it?"

He shakes his head and I shrug. "don't you boys realise, I am a genius in every way."

Sherlock says, "everyway." I jump over the table and put a hand over his mouth.

"I swear to god, if the next thing that comes out of your mouth is what I think it is then you will pay a price."

He chuckles and I move my hand. I move back from him slightly. He says, "we slept together." The other two look at me and I start whacking him. "I'm going to kill you Sherlock Holmes." He runs off to his room and I follow whacking him.

He shuts the door and kisses me. I stop hitting him and kiss him. I pull away, "you git."

"They were going to find out eventually."

"yes but ......"

"but what?"

"I would rather have not told them at all."