Sherlock: I see a beautiful specimen and get this feeling in my stomach like never before. What is this feeling? I don't know what it is, and I'm sure as hell not gonna ask Mycroft OR Watson. I must get to know this lady, I need to know because if I don't, it'll make me lose my concentration and I can't have that. Oh dear, she's looking at me, time to make my 'move'.
Watson: I saw her. The beautiful young lady sitting on the bench just waiting for me to come over there and- okay wait, first of all Watson, you don't even know her and plus, she's too beautiful for you..oh crap she looked at me. Damn is she perfect omg omg she's walking over, dammit don't mess this up Watson please.
Moriarty: Damn is this girl fine. Dancing in the club with her friends. Her curves making her even better, well i guess its time make a move ;)
Mycroft: I never knew meeting my new secretary would be so hard. I can't help but stare at her, savoring and enjoying her beauty. I hope her personality is beautiful too, ohh I bet it is. I must make her mine I just can't wait to put my hands on her waist and kiss her- dammit it Mycroft calm your damn hormones!!
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