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The hound of Baker street (AU bbc Sherlock/Johnlock fanfiction)
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Ongoing, First published Apr 08, 2015
"Lestrade is such an idiot......IT'S ONLY A 3 !not worth my time, now my toe experiment is useless." Sherlock fumed to himself and to any passer bys. Sherlock stuffed his hands in the deep pockets of his beloved Belstaff coat. He was crossing the road, when he saw a car flying around the corner barrelling towards him. Something yellow flashed by and knocked him out of the way. Sherlock looked up at the golden Labrador sitting on his chest with dark blue eyes.

    What will happen when the dog starts following Sherlock and Sherlock can't help getting attached. Sherlock is a self acclaimed high functioning sociopath he doesn't feel ......but is he?  A darkness is looming over Baker Street in the shape of the dreaded Moriarty, will Sherlock be able to slove his puzzle in time?
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