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◣"Shut Up..."
three years had passed and Sherlock had been doing on and off consulting for Scotland Yard on crimes they were too stupid to figure out, it was only this past year that things actually started to change: he had gotten a Flatmate and moved to 221B Baker Street. John Watson wasn't like the other idiots he had to deal with, as an army doctor he had seen so much death and violence, more than one life time ... but, unlike his psychologist told him, he wasn't haunted by the war in Afghanistan, he missed it. And being with Sherlock on these cases, both of them had great fun, the latest was stopping a ring of Chinese smugglers from selling Chinese artifacts on the Black Market. Lately John had decided to write a blog about his and Sherlock's cases, the latest he dubbed: 'A Study in Pink' which told of the very first case they did together. Amusing yet annoying.
Lately, unfortunately, there was nothing going on. No murders, no kidnappings, nothing! Sherlock was in his pajamas and dressing gown with a gun in his hand lying slack in his chair. pointing the gun at the wall sideways to him he took aim at a smiley face drawn on the wall and took a shot. BANG! Direct hit at the left eye. two more shots at the nose.
God it was boring.
Though something peculiar happened all of the sudden: the lights started to flicker and above Sherlock came a portal surrounded by blue smoke causing Sherlock to suddenly look up at it. "what the-" he said right before the portal sucked up up along with his coat and scarf taking him somewhere he didn't know
"...You were thinking, it's annoying."◥
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