Works of Art.

Works of Art.

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Fanfic
Sherlock
The night starts wonderful. Sherlock takes you out for dinner at a museum and you peruse the paintings. Suddenly the night becomes not so picture perfect as art imitates life. With Sherlock in the hospital, easily susceptible to Moriarty's games, y/n gets called away to what she thinks will be another romantic evening with Sherlock....little does she know. Mostly from y/n POV with only bits of John's POV if you want the full John POV I have have that story too. So it might be numerically out of order here but those numbers go with John's version.
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