TeenLock

-M

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-After the ceremony

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"Can't you believe it! We all just graduated!" Molly yelled as she pulled everyone into a hug. They were all still in there cap and gown.

"Yep." Sherlock agreed as he pushed out of the hug. John smiled as everyone talked, he noticed Sherlock standing off to the side. He pulled him over next to him and put his arm around Sherlock.

"I'm happy that we finally graduated. Any jobs or schooling lined up for you all?" John juesterd to the group.

"I'm takeing my dads job, after a year of training." Greg replied," looks like I will be working with you mate." He nudged Sherlock.

"I'll be going to college here, then hopefully working at Sant Bart's!" Molly answered. Everyone smiled then told what they were planning.

After the parties died down John and Sherlock went to their new flat. They hailed a cab and went to Baker Street. They dropped there things happily and looked around. Mycroft had dropped off Sherlock's furniture, and left a small note.

-Brother dear, good job on the Graduation. Injoy your flat with John Watson. -Your older Brother Mycroft

Sherlock smiled and looked deep into John's eyes. John went up on his toes and placed a passionate kiss on the Ditective.

"Can you believe it we are finally done with boarding school!" John replied happy. Sherlock smiled as he turned and went to unpack his things." Where do you think your going?" John asked as he came up behind Sherlock.

"I'm unpacking , what do you think your doing?"

"I'm hugging my boyfriend." John replied happily. John turned Sherlock around and kissed him hard. They both went down onto the bed not breaking the kiss. They slipped there tongues in and out until they passed for a breth.

"What?... Where are you going!" Asked Sherlock as he reached out for John.

"I need to breathe at some point!"

"No more breathing get back here." Sherlock chuckled as he pulled John back in.

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3 months after

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"SHERLOCK!" John yelled from there kitchen.

"What?" Sherlock Questioned as he came running in.

" why the bloody hell is there a head! In our fridge!" John yelled. Sherlock rolled his eyes. He had expected that it was more of a world ending kind of situation.

"That's for a case. A very important one I might add, so don't touch it." He snapped as he walked away. John was left domfouned, he was to angry to care at the moment. John just left the fridge and sat down on the couch to watch the Telly.

"I've got to go! Care to come with?" Sherlock rushes in and looked at John. John just sided and got up. "We need to hurry!" Sherlock rushed down the stairs at thous words and hailed a cab. John barley made it in time to hop in.

"We're are we going?"

"Not to far from here. Gary will be there."

"Gary?"

"Gary Lustard?"

"Greg! Greg Lustard." John laghed.

"Oh, anyways it's a murder. But they can't find any evidence. The case of death was strangulation. Can't tell what without seeing a better picture." Sherlock deduce as he showed a picture of a man's body to John. "The wired part was the note it made little sense to Lustard, but made not much sense to me eather."

They arrived to the fimiler sight of police, and ambulances. Sherlock found Greg and rateld on his duductions. When he got to the note John saw the pusiled look on Sherlock's face. "What's up?"

"Oh um, it looks like the killer did this in a fit of rage, but still had a nice jentol touch. But the guy would be to short to be the killer. I only see one set of tracks, other than the victims of corse."

"Who is S?"

"I don't know That eather." Sherlock looked at the wall for a long moment before turning to face Greg. "There will be more. I don't know by who, but I know there is two one around 6 foot 5 and one around 5 foot 8." (I don't know the metric system of megerment) Sherlock walked pack to the street ignoring the statements from Lustard, and hailed a cab for him and John.

When they got him Sherlock sat in his chair and went to what he like to call his mind palace. He was there for several hours, he finally moved and went to his computer.

About a week passed, and Sherlock didn't make any headway on the case. Then Greg phoned them about another murder, but there was a name in the note this time.

When they arrived they saw said note.

Sherlock, you don't know us, but we know you. We would like to give you some fun cases, catch us if you can -M

"What does this mean?" John asked nivriouly.

"I don't know yet. There is nothing different from this one to the last one. Just this note and the place." Sherlock spoke. He examined the note for a long while til John erged him to leave and go to dinner.

"You need to EAT!" John snapped

"No, I don't eat on a case you should know this John."

"That's not healthy Sherlock! You are losing weight, and getting paler. There is no reason for it, so eat!"

"No!" Sherlock snapped back. He was typing furiously on his phone. He ingnored jhons worried remarks, and went back to the case. John gave up and went back to his dinner.

When the arrived home John pushed Sherlock into his room. If he couldn't get him to eat, he would at least get him to sleep, or cuddle with him- John thought. Sherlock fought him off as hard as he could, but he couldn't say no to him forever. When John maiojed to get Sherlock into bed, Sherlock passed out quickly. He hadn't been asleep for two weeks, and hadn't eaten in 1, so he was on the last of his energy. When John peaked under the covers he released just how skinny the Ditective had gotten. John thought to himself that in the morning, even if he had to force food down his throat Sherlock was going to eat.

Sherlock slept to about noon, man he really was tired, thought John. "Why didn't you wake me up" he snapped as he sat down.

"You needed your sleep. Here eat this." John spoke as he shiver a plate of food into Sherlock's arms.

"I don't eat when I'm on a case." He snapped back.

"This case you will, if you don't I will force it down." John threatened as he walked back into the kitchen. Sherlock grudgingly ate his food then went to his laptop.

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It was about a month, and there were 3 more murders.

"JOHN GET DOWN HERE!" Sherlock yelled from the bottom of the stairs. John rushed down the stairs to find Sherlock and a box on the door step.

"What is it?" John asked cassaly.

"I think it's a clue." Sherlock spoke as he leaned down and picked up the box. He slowly opened it to fine a note.

I'm bored Sherl, come meet me and my henchmen at Baskerville Bording school. You can bring your henchmen as well, it would be fun to see him watch you die! -M

Sherlock looked at John then went out

the door to hail a cab.

"I'm going to phone Lustard!" John called falling Sherlock. Sherlock didn't answer as he stepped into the cab and told the cabbie where to go. John climbed in and they went off.

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We are almost there. About two more Chapters. It's been fun writing them. Sorry for the mistakes.

-Speedy