It is night and the park is empty except for two lone figures sitting on the swings. The quiet creaking echoes through the night. "Liv Greene. You know what you have to do." The man finally speaks, his words accentuated with a melodic tone. He passes a file to a woman, her face is hidden by a curtain of dark hair but her bright blue eyes are just visible. She takes the paper before standing up. "It'll be done by Thursday. Payment in cash. Don't even think about crossing me." She walks away and the man stares after her with an unreadable expression, before howling into the night, shattering any semblemce of tranquility. He smiles, a shark like grin, before standing up and walking in the opposite direction, humming an ominous tune.
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Eccedentasiast (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)
FanfictionEccedentasiast (n.) - someone who hides pain behind a smile. Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and high-functioning sociopath, has found one. There are too many deductions to be made about Lucille Fitzgerald. She is a literal walking contradicti...
