⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘
--- ( 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙈𝙀𝙎 )
❝ can you keep me close?
can you love me most? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- an optimist believing he's seen the most of broken bones and tattered smiles moves to london and realizes j...
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— DANNY HAD DECIDED TO HELP SHERLOCK FIND THE PINK LADY'S SUITCASE, in one of those 'you go left, I'll go right' kind of deals. Danny, so far, had been though twenty-seven alleys- most of which had nothing pink or suitcase like.
He'd texted John, just to let him know the gist of what was going on, feeling a bit guilty having left him behind. Oddly, he didn't get a reply.
"Daniel!" A voice called, making Danny stop in his search through yet another dumpster.
Face pinched up in disgust, he pulled away and looked around in the darkness for anyone he recognized.
"Daniel Evans!" The voice called again, sounding annoyed with the slightest, undetectable hint of worry.
Danny looked up at the buildings on either side of him, having now heard it from above.
"God?" He called.
"Not quite." The voice muttered, still echoing over the buildings. "I've found it."
"The suitcase?" Danny asked.
"Y-what do you think?" The voice asked, annoyed again.
"God found the pink lady's suitcase?" Daniel called, out of breath, being much too exhausted to actually care how stupid that sounded.
"I'm coming to you." The voice said simply.
Danny leaned against one of the walls, avoiding an odd sickly green substance that was splattered on the pavement a few paces away.
This is exactly what he didn't want to be doing tonight.
Soon enough, Sherlock turned the corner lugging a small pink suitcase in one hand. Danny stood to his full height and met him half way.
"This is it?" Danny asked.
"Her information is on it so I assume it is." Sherlock stated, in a slightly rude fashion. Danny payed no mind to it.
"Right, can we go home now?" Danny asked, hugging his arms to his chest. A sweater just didn't seem to cut it today.
"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked curiously, ignoring the first question.
"Yes, I am, and I'm tired, and I'm hungry, can we please go home." Danny asked, rubbing his arm and tucking his chin against his shoulder, giving his face as much warmth as he could.
