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WARNINGS: This is a Sherlock book so obviously mentions of drug use
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A simple tune is all it takes. A flood of memories returning to haunt- to plague every thought with regret and/or longing.
For you, a violin composition...
"Sherlock?" John was only back with milk, eggs and bacon. The quick run to the shop shouldn't have been much of a worry, leaving Sherlock behind for no more than 30 minutes was usually an easy task. However, the blogger returned to the flat in shambles, bullets imbedded in the wall, paper along every inch of hard wood and carpet, casings of taxidermy animals smashed on oddly laid books. "Sherlock?!"
"John," there he- where was he? John looked around the flat before peering under the desk to see Sherlock relaxing, drawing a small pink flower and bees with crayons.
"Bored?"
"Case," he mutters.
"And the case requires you to rip the flat apart?"
"I'm recreating the scene..." his words drag on, mind obviously occupied.
"Why not just go to the actual scene?"
"Can't, this is a 4 at most," he rolls out from under and gets up with a slight wobble. "Victim was hung in the kitchen, murder obviously, but the rope was cheap and snapped,"
"Sherlock,"
"Then the broken bottles from the night before impales Mr Rodrick, right through the gut," Sherlock goes on. "Bleeding to death, the child watches from under her little fort," a blanket was draped over the desk. "Little Odette, the smart girl she is, tries to tell the police something but her speech impediment makes it very difficult," he gets down into a push up stance. "So she draws, but the Police ignore it as they do-"
"Sherlock!" John yells.
"What is it??"
"Wasn't this a case from 16 years ago?" John shows the articles. "Why not ask Odette?"
"Because she's dead, John," he scoffs, looking down at a photo of the drawing then to John, doing a double take. "Oh- oh! That is amazing!" He grabs his phone and starts to type rapidly. "Y/n, you are brilliant!"
"Don't you mean John?" John coughs.
"That's what I said?" Sherlock replies in confusion.
"Mhm..." John looks over the sheets of paper. "I'll leave you to it," up the first set of stairs, he heard a chime from his phone.
She's back - MH
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"Irene... Adler? The Woman?"
"I doubt there are other Irene Adler's I would concern myself with, John," Mycroft places his tea cup down.
"Yes, right... why is she back??"
"Sherlock, I assume." Three lumps of sugar, John notes. It used to be two but now it's three like Sherlock had noted was a sign of nervousness and stress. "Could be for sex, money, comfort or protection, we hardly ever know with Miss Adler,"
"Now, sex with Sherlock is more... uhm, plausible after the trip three weeks ago, money is a stretch, comfort is an odd request but I think protection makes sense,"
"She shouldn't be back here, John," Mycroft sings, metal tapping against porcelain lightly. "She will want more than just protection, those were all lighter, simpler suggestions but Miss Adler is far from simple," he looks up from the drink. "Miss Adler is going to be coming after you and Sherlock, whether or not you are in danger will only be known when she strikes,"
"Lovely," he pats the leather armrest. "Just... lovely,"
"How is he John? After the trip?"
"He's Sherlock... The whole Y/n thing on the trip did something to him- to them both, something was said or done beyond... sex and-"
"God, don't talk to about feelings, John, I'm beyond that," Mycroft chortles. "Have a nice day," he gestures John away who sighs, not bothering to input anymore.
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Irene leans against the small banister of a balcony—a small hotel on the outskirts of London she booked before entering the city—looking through her phone with a scowl. She needed help. Really badly. Of course she was a free woman, no one knew where she was except one group she had a small run in with.
Who it was isn't important.
But they were not to be messed with.
Moriarty was one main option but to get to him she needed Sherlock. He and Moriarty were playing cat and mouse every other day so it wouldn't be so hard. There had to be some sort of main connection.
"There has to be someone who can help me... Someone who's..."
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"Dumb? Yeah, I'm aware," you throw a pen at Tom. "Any ideas other than a song that's too dramatic?"
Anna pushes Roses hand down. "All your ideas are either Phantom or vampire themed,"
"You're out of line... but you're right,"
"Boom," Anna snickers tossing you a list of old songs. "Covers are very popular,"
"Boring, boring, boring, boring," you whine about with every song. At least until- "Beggin'?"
(I'm basing this off the Maneskin cover, yes we all know that one)
"Madcon's '07 cover of Frankie Valli & the Four Season's '67 song,"
"I'm into it," you look to the others who nod. "Let's get it going, kids,"
"You still haven't told us about the trip," Seb spins his drumstick, tapping it absently against his leg.
"And we're curious-" Tom gets nudged. "Sorry, we're worried," he corrects, glaring at Anna.
"We fought, had sex, broke all ties, simple," you say matter-o-factually.
"Simple, she says," Rose scoffs. "Details! Was it as good as the time before??"
"I was thinking a slow beginning," you ramble, tapping your hand to a small beat while listening to the song, speaker of your phone up to your ear. "Probably get the beat in later in the song,"
"Same size?" Anna leans forward as Tom nudges them. "What?"
"Seriously?" he rolls his eyes, looking to you again with a small pause, "was it though?"
"HA!" Anna muffles once Tom slaps a hand on their mouth, pulling them into his arms.
"Guys, come on," you whine a little, Seb coming to your rescue.
"Alright, guys, let's spare Y/n a little," he stands up, getting to his drum set. "How's this for a beat?"
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Irene? Irene Adler? Wow I'm just so original with ideas, aren't I? /s
