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@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo ;
            
            you’re too charming. such a gentleman 
            
            / ahhh thank you!  i didn’t know about the steps part that’s v interesting!! lmao i deciphered the code by literally counting the alphabet oops 

@adamnedsoldier (I love your John portrayal— also, he said ‘gottle o’ geer’ 17 times, the same number of steps there are to get to Sherlock’s apartment. Do with that what you will ;) ) 
            
            Too busy to die? How irritating. No stress though, I’ll take care of that. 

@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo ;
            
            some other time perhaps? we’re busy. 
            
            / i love this 

/ yikes you can tell it’s been a minute since i’ve written like this i don’t think im making sense help -

@REICHENSFALLS ;
            
            / no stress i’m enjoying the pace tbh 
            
            he heard sherlock go to speak, smirking when he heard him hesitate. it wasn’t often that happened since they met, maybe once previously after john had called him brilliant when they first met. the pause wasn’t long but it was probably the first kind word sherlock heard for a while at the time. john glanced up over the paper and sighed in defeat, closing it and setting it down on his lap, his finger holding his page just in case he needed to hide again. “you know the whole sentence you’ve just said has pissed me off more? right?” he huffed and and leant back in the chair, “my ‘little’ contributions might actually solve the case you know. or save your life. unless you’re now a doctor as well,” he muttered and raised an eyebrow, “i’m not tense but you’re not helping the situation by ruining every relationship i try and have. you know, if you were a normally functioning human - not this sociopath you claim to be - i would say you’re jealous. i’m sure you’re more than capable of finding a partner rather than ruining all of mine” john scoffed and shook his head, losing his place in the paper and ripping the edge of the page now distracting himself with it. 

/ god sorry i'm so unreliable for responses
            
            sherlock's jaw clenched; the closest thing to a flicker of emotion on his otherwise impassive expression. he opened his mouth and then, for perhaps the first time in his life, hesitated. a beat passed. it was effortless to read that john was not particularly fond of being deduced by sherlock. most of the time, it was unintentional. quick reflexes, out of his control. but when he set his mind to his, that intense, narrowed look overtook his gaze, and he found it quite difficult to stop. bags under john's eyes . . . late night out with stamford, minimal sleep this week, long shift at the clinic. and the way those eyes avoided sherlock? it read almost like . . . offense. no. not correct. need more data. "don't be absurd," he clipped. "you must realize i value your . . . little contributions." / wrong answer. / he inhaled. "not / all / people's. i / do / remember your name, though your current pettiness is certainly impacting your reasoning. why are you so . . . tense?"

@REICHENSFALLS ;
            
            john was an idiot when compared to his friend but a lot of people underestimated him, especially when it came to said friend. in the two years without sherlock were two of the worst years of his life. a crippling loneliness after years of adrenaline and the chase hit him harder than his return back from afghanistan but then mary came along and things fell back into place. yet there was still a gap. something didn’t feel right when sherlock made his return but john did his best to look past that. with the wedding around the corner and a new chapter of his life starting, he wanted to try and mold the broken piece to fit a little better. 
            
            john sighed as he looked at the familiar gold knocker of his home and felt the corner of his lip quirk upwards as all the memories of their adventures came back. ‘oscillation on the pavement suggests love affair’ he chuckled as he heard his flatmates voice in the memory, missing the past and felt like he’d broken up with a life that won’t be the same. he shook his head briefly and pushed the door open, making his way up the stairs. he dragged his finger along the wall paper as the memories continued to flood his mind. “sherlock, you’ve not been answering my calls or texts actually- oh, you’ve been busy,” john hesitated and looked over the sea of napkins, he didn’t miss the way that sherlocks shoulders tensed either. 

@lNTELLECTUS ;
            
            / god i wish this carried on 

/ i'll be Geoff :D

@adamnedsoldier 
            
            Sherlock was partly surprised that Lestrade would be joining them. Would they be sleeping there as well? Mycroft would probably sleep at the inn. He always did. If he even slept, that was. The vampire of a man he was, Sherlock sometimes wondered if he did human things at all. Sherlock watched as his mother cooed and took Rosie from Mycroft to go clean her up, and offered her a smile as she walked off.
            
            Sherlock moved to hold John properly and kissed his head. He hummed thoughtfully and leaned into the kiss to his jaw and went to respond when Mycroft made a noise of disgust. He chuckled and turned to look at his brother, "they don't kiss. They stare at eachother until Mycroft can't stand the contact anymore and Lestrade goes home." 

@adamnedsoldier 
            
            Sherlock listened as John spoke, still trying to purge the images of the victims from his mind. It could have been his daughter there. On that floor, hacked to pieces. He inhaled sharply then closed the water. "I'm safe, John. Safer than I was. I have my own bulletproof vest, my own firearm. Lestrade protected me." He opened the door slightly and stuck his hand out, wiggling his fingers to ask for his towel.
            
            "Besides, I promised I'd come back. We had a date planned, Rosie's school meetings. Lunch with Mrs. Hudson on Sundays. I'm domesticated. Domesticated animals always come home."

@lNTELLECTUS ;
            
            John listened to Sherlock, finding himself staring at a piece of lint that was rolling along the floor from the floor.  He had read a copy of the file that Sherlock had been e-mailed, those images scarred him slightly. It kept him awake some nights just knowing that Sherlock was working that case without him. 
            
            “Good- There’s horrible people in the world. They don’t deserve to live freely.” John mumbled, a heaviness in his voice. He knew all too well of the cruelness of people from working with Sherlock but also from the war. He’d seen his fair share of victims and had been at the hands of torturers; those people telling him they liked the terror in their victims eyes. “I would have felt a lot more as ease if I’d gone with you, you would have had protection. If I got a call from Greg that you were- I wouldn’t have forgiven myself.” he muttered and shook his head, the frown still on his face. 

@adamnedsoldier ;
            
            About the case. Sherlock inhaled sharply then rinsed shampoo from his hair. "Keiran Doherty. He'd been operating for years before they caught on, seven victims since 2016 until now. Attempted murders, the victims there are ten at least. He wasn't very good at killing, but he was good at hiding. The weather aided him. Number five was what made Lestrade call, a woman by Miss Lowe. Same modus operandi." 
            
            He stared through the glass at John's blurred figure and he tried to ignore the look that was frozen on her face. When did that begin to bother him? "Killed them on the street. Rain washed everything away. All trace evidence, we had a few scraps to work with. Nothing in the way of eyewitnesses. I spent hours in the lab. Hours profiling. I compiled a list of possible victims based on his activity in the region. I overlooked a possible victim, had done so for a long time. I returned to the idea, and that's how I caught him. Sheer luck some of the Yard said. God's interference." 
            
            Sherlock chuckled dryly, found himself disgusted at the idea then annoyed and finally, thankful. "Life in prison without parole. He used excessive violence on the victims. Used a hatchet on the first two, and a knife on the rest. He told me he liked to see the terror in their eyes. Fortunately, he didn't taint the victims after death. He would have if he continued. Truthfully, I'm glad you didn't come with."

@adamnedsoldier 
            
            i'm glad you are!!!

@lNTELLECTUS ;
            
            i’m loving it so much! neither have i 

/ okie and yeah lol, but i like it tbh, haven't had an interaction like this in ages 
            
            @adamnedsoldier 

“ money is always good motive . “ sherlock answered , however unfortunate that was . 
            “ i don’t know .” he answered , glancing towards john again , “ i just haven’t done that before .” 

@deducings ;
            
            " right , okay then . let’s go through each thing then ." john suggested , "his bank account- any funds missing ? would money be a good motive ?" 
            " i’m not sure why you’d think that the floor would help , it’s not the most comfortable ."

“ by the floor , his left leg and his bank account.  quite obvious , really .” sherlock spoke , pressing his palms together under his chin .
            “ no . that’d be too obvious . is it ? i can’t tell if the floor is helping me think or no.”