It was christmas finally. I got excited because of all the gifts i was gonna get for everyone.
I was invited to Sherlock's flat (kindly by john) for a party. I get my big bag of gifts and hail a cab.
When I arrive Sherlock started playing his violin. The soft christmas melody flows through the room, giving it a light happy warm glow.
I smile at everyone and start giving them the gifts.
Sherlock opens his big box straight away. Inside was a book that read:
'Ways to get friends
For Dummies'
When Lestrade saw the book he barked out laughter and patted my shoulder a couple times. Sherlock looks into the box again, and actually smiles at the gift.
It was a brand new top of the line chemistry set- which was VERY expensive trust me.
"Wow-" I cut him off by patting him on the back.
"You deserve this Sherlock." He smiles at me.
"Here John." I pass his gift. He opens it and his mouth drops.
"I can't.. Oh my god." He looks up at me and back down at it. His girlfriend walks in and gasps at the watch.
"Yes, real gold. John, we are friends. Friends always deserve the best." He hugs me tightly and I cough, earning a chuckle from john.
"Mrs Hudson, how could I forget you?" I give her the small box, yet she almost fell out of the chair.
"Dear me... It's gorgeous." I giggle and hug her.
"Are these actual diamonds?" I nod. I help her put on the necklace.
The Sapphire glistened in the light, and the diamonds surrounding it casted the warm glowing effect.
"Lestrade, don't think I forgot about you." He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows.
"But I didn't get you anything..." I shake my head.
"I don't want anything. Here." I pass him the envelope. He opens it and gasps.
"Two tickets to Paris. Courtesy of me. You will be treated like royalty." He shakes his head.
"I can't take this..." I giggle and hug him. I whisper in his ear.
"Do this for you and your wife. You deserve it." I pull away and he nods.
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"Imagine Sherlock with christmas antlers..." Mrs Hudson says after three glasses of champagne.
"Somethings should be left to the imagination." Sherlock states. Molly then walks in. I whistle at her as Lestrade's eyes are bulging out of his head. I hug her, and give her her gift.
"Here Molly. I know we aren't close, but I thought you deserved this." She gasps as she opens my gift.
"I hope you like it!" She hugs me, practically jumping up and down.
"Wow!" She giggles looking at the 2000$ credit card (like a normal credit card with a limited amount of money).
I then excused myself to the bathroom. I then call Mycroft.
He doesn't answer, so I hung up. I walk out of the bathroom to see Sherlock kissing Molly's cheek. I smile, then I hear a moan ring out of the room.
"Oh- that-that wasn't me." Molly stutters blushing. I giggle at her.
"Oh no. It was me." Sherlock states. Molly's eyes widen, as I bark out laughter.
"My phone!" He says quickly after. He looks down at the screen, then at the mantle.
"57 times that phone rang." John states.
"Oh you counted?" Sherlock asks sarcastically.
He sees a box and opens it, to Irene Adler's phone. I furrow my eyebrows.
"I must go." Sherlock says.
"I'll come with." He nods at me, and we bustle out of 221B Baker street.
Sherlock calls Mycroft's phone.
"Hello?"
"You should be aware you will find Irene Adler tonight."
"Yes, we are looking for her-"
"I mean you will find her dead." Sherlock hangs up quickly.
"Where to?" The cabbie asks.
"Saint Bartholomew's Hospital." The cabbie drives us, and I pay.
We walk in, and Mycroft is there before us. I then hear a door open, Molly walking behind us.
"Good thing you could come in this late." Sherlock states.
"Just doing my job..." Molly mutters.
I stand next to Mycroft, who is next to Sherlock.
"The face is pretty bashed up." She takes out the cover and I gasp, the face bloody and horrid.
"Show me the body." I ask. She looks at me weirdly.
She uncovers the body and I look at Sherlock, who nods at me.
"Thats her." We state at the same time. Sherlock walks out of the Morgue, and I stay back with Mycroft.
"How does Sherlock know her from... not her face?" Mycroft looks back at her.
"Thats confidential."
I walk out with Mycroft, and loop my arm through his. Sherlock looks out a window.
"How did you find out she was dead?" Mycroft asks, looking back at sherlock.
I block out the rest of the conversation until Mycroft offers a cigarette to Sherlock. Sherlock accepts, and I ask for one.
"Didn't know you smoked." Mycroft states. I shrug.
"I quit for ten years." I take a puff, and breathe out happily, the tobacco swirling in the air.
"Isn't there these..." Sherlock snaps his fingers.
"These... law things?" I giggle and breath in more of the cigarette.
"Yeah, but it can't damage anyone in a morgue." I laugh as Sherlock chuckles at Mycroft's joke. I block out everything again, breathing in the cigarette.
I then open my eyes, to see Sherlock gone, and Mycroft looking at me. I walk with him, back to his sleek black car.
"Merry Christmas Mycroft." I cuddle into his side, as he is stiff as a board. I kiss him, and he deepens it.
I jump on his lap and hold his cheeks, kissing him hard. I close my eyes, pushing away to breathe. I lean my forehead on his and open my eyes, to look at his. I then go back into my seat, waiting for my stop. I arrive at my apartment.
"Happy Christmas Isis." I giggle.
"Goodbye Mycroft." He smiles, as I walk into the complex, changing because it got colder over the night.
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
Fanfic"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
