~~~~~~~~~Phone~~~~~~~~~
"Hello, this is John."
"Yes, John. I have urgent business that involves you."
"Sorry, Mycroft? Is this you?"
"Yes, John. You should know that-"
"You finally used my phone."
"Yes. Now John, when you arrive at, um, 221b Bakerstreet, please do not be alarmed by the books."
"The books? What books?"
"Exactly. My brother Sherlock, as you may know, loves his experiments. He has ordered, let me see here, one-hundred and twenty-six books on chemistry."
"One-hundred... I am going to kill him."
"And his murder will be solved by whom?"
"Don't try and be funny, Mycroft. Sherlock has just ordered one-hundred and twenty-six books for heavens sake!"
"Yes, and I have called to inform you of the danger."
"Danger? Sorry, I don't understand."
"What he may do with the books, Watson."
"Oh dear, I should hurry shouldn't I?"
"Precisely."
"Thank you, Mycroft!"
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The detective and his doctor
FanfictionIn which we can see the daily lives of Sherlock and John through texts, phone calls, and just plain chats. We watch as they slowly start to admire each other. In a platonic way.
