"Evaluate the people in your life; then promote, demote, or terminate. You're the CEO of your life."
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John's P.O.V
As I was walking down the stairs to go find Sherlock and my sister, Donovan had stopped me. We talked for a while and to be honest I really didn't listen that much until she said something that sparked my interest.
"And you know what? One day just showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing around a body and Sherlock Holmes will be the one that put it there." She tells me.
"Why would he do that?" I ask. Sherlock doesn't seem like a bad guy. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do anything like that.
"Because he's a psychopath. And psychopaths get bored." the girl told me. I gave her a weird look. She must be the crazy one because I don't think that he is like that. Why would he be? Yes, he is a little strange but who nowadays isn't?
As I was walking home trying to get a cab, witch at this time of night is almost imposable. A phone rings right where I'm standing. I pay no attention to it and carry on my way, but it keeps happing. Until I finally stop at a red phone box and decided why the hell not and go to answer it.
"Hello?" I say into the receiver. At first, I didn't get an answer then.
"There is a security camera on the building to your left. Do you see it?" A man's voice asked.
"Who's this? Who's speaking?" I asked the man. Who is this man?
"Hello Dr. Watson, do you see the cameras?" The man asked again. Who the hell is this person??
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London's P.O.V
I was walking down the street, it had been sometime after me and Sherlock had left, but halfway there he had gotten ahead of me and I couldn't catch up. I had given up running about 15 minutes ago it was getting cold now, at 9 o clock and there was no one on the street. After a while, I finally see something, it looks like a car. It was getting closer then I noticed it was a cab!
"Taxi!!" I called out hoping they would stop so I could get out if the cold. It pulled over and I got in.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
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John's P.O.V
After I had gotten off the phone with the strange man and gotten into the car like he had said. We started to drive. The car was nice it had leather and tented windows.
"Where am I going?" I asked the lady next to me. She didn't say anything back to me to involved in her phone. After sitting in silence for a while we stopped and a man that was well dressed opened my door. I walked into what looked like a warehouse. There was a man in a nice suit with a tie and an umbrella. In the middle of the floor was a chair.
"Have a seat, John." The man said to me. Who the hell is this man?
We talked for a bit. I still have no ideal who this man is and how he found me. He was a cold man, so he might have been someone with a lot of power but then he could have been a simple business man, for all I know.
"Well, thank God you're above all that!" I tell the man, right as I do I get a text message from Sherlock.
Baker Street Now
- SH
What does he want now? He probably just had some to tell me for the case. I put my phone back down and continue to talk to the man. A few minutes later i get another text again from Sherlock.
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My Flatmates Sister
FanficLondon, a beautiful place truly. But this London is not a place... but a girl. Yes, she is named after the city she was born in. Her middle name after the Ivory shade of her eyes. And her last name well that's a given, she is the younger sister of...
