(221B. Sherlock leads John, Sarah and me into the living room and immediately stares at the pictures over the fireplace as he takes his coat off. John and Sarah talk in a corner quietly as I stand next to Sherlock looking at the pictures as well)
Sherlock: Are you alright?
(I didn't even notice when Sherlock looked at me)
(Y/N): Of course. Why wouldn't I be-?
Sherlock: *quickly* You have just killed a man
(Y/N): Well yeah....but he wasn't really a good man was he?
Sherlock: No...he wasn't
(Sherlock's lips curve into a small smile as he looks at the pictures again and his usual serious poker face goes on again)
John: They'll be back in China by tomorrow.
Sherlock: No, they won't leave without what they came for. We need to find their hide-out; the rendezvous.
(He walks closer to the photos, staring at them intensely. John also joins us and also gazes at the pictures while Sarah hovers nearby, forgotten by us. Sherlock runs his fingers over the main picture of the painted brick wall.)
Sherlock: Somewhere in this message it must tell us.
(We fall silent. Sarah looks at us for a moment, then realises that she is surplus to requirements.)
Sarah: Well, I think perhaps I should leave you to it.
John: No, no, you don't have to go ... (he looks round at Sherlock) ... does she? (He turns back to Sarah.) You can stay.
Sherlock (simultaneously): Yes, it would be better to study if you left now.
(He looks round pointedly at Sarah, while John throws a dark look at him before turning back to her.)
(Y/N): It's fine...Sarah, we would love to have you around here longer. Ignore him
John: He's kidding. Please stay if you'd like.
(Sarah looks nervously towards Sherlock, who has already turned back to the photographs. She smiles awkwardly and tries what she thinks is a friendly approach.)
Sarah: Is it just me, or is anyone else starving?
Sherlock (sighing and closing his eyes in exasperation): Ooh, God.
(I got Sherlock slightly on his shoulder and whisper)
(Y/N): Behave...
(He rolls his eyes at me, of course)
Shortly afterwards, John opens the fridge to find it almost empty apart from a couple of bottles, a can, and what might well be an eyeball lying on a shelf. He sighs.
In the living room, Sherlock has sat down at the dining table which is covered with photos, notes and drawings of various pictograms. I decide to go downstairs to my flat and bring up some food. I open the door to my flat, turn in the lights and open my fridge. There was some frozen pasta which I made earlier so we can heat it up in the oven and bon appetit for us. I go back upstairs to the kitchen so that Sarah doesn't notice me carrying around food, and I suppose Mrs.Hudson also had the same idea to bring up some food for poor old John. I notice Sherlock sitting at his table beside the window as he rummages through the pictures, Sarah stands nearby, looking at all the pictures stuck to the mirror.
Mrs Hudson: Ooh-ooh!
(John looks up and his face fills with grateful delight as we both come in carrying some food.)
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Sentiment (Sherlock Fanfiction)
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