forum Life with Sherlock

Started June 08, 2018 by @SlytherinQueen

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"Mycroft? No."

"You need to accept his help sometimes. He's a genius, and one of the few men I can actually tolerate. Give him a chance."

"I said, NO."

"Sherlock. I said if Lestrade doesn't have a case, which he probably does."

There was a rap on the door, followed by Mrs. Hudson. "Woo-oo! Sherlock, dearie, there's someone at the door for you." Karen saw Sherlock's eyes light up in a devilish sense of joy.

"See, you're not going to die of boredom after all!"

"Oh, hush, Karen. It's John, and he has good news."

"Yes, John. Go talk to him, I dunno."

John bounded up the stairs, eyes bloodshot and face haggard. "SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!!!" he yelled, diving at the consulting detective's neck.

Karen watched to see what John would do next. "Okay, if he tries to kill you I have no intention of interfering seeing as you probably deserve it."

John sat above Sherlock and slapped him. "I told you, Danielle has been missing for three days, and you do nothing! WHERE IS SHE?!"

"Yeah, if you want you can borrow one of my stiletto heels. Sherlock now knows the level of damage I can inflict with a ten inch heeled shoe."

Sherlock passed his hand over his eyes and sighed. "I also know that Danielle is capable of taking care of herself. John, I assure you, she's fine."

"The offer of my stilettos is still up." Karen said, shrugging.

John looked at both of them, desperation in his eyes. "Please …" he said softly, and Sherlock's expression softened. "Where did you last see her?"

"I haven't even met her. Ask the High Functioning Sociopath over here."

Sherlock glared in Karen's direction and turned to John. "You both went on a date four nights ago, and you dropped her off at her flat. Did she ever get in her door?"

Sure. You can be anyone. Or anything.

(Kk) "No, now that you think about it." John replied.

Sherlock's eyes lit up. "John! She's been kidnapped, and I know by whom!" He jumped up and tore off his robe, reaching for his coat and scarf.

Karen had taken Sherlock's scarf and was currently wearing it. "I'm not giving it back, you know." she said.

Sherlock huffed and held out his hand. "If I didn't know any better, Karen, I'd say you have sentiment for me."

"Of course I do, you idiot. You're my best, and only, friend!" she said, playfully ruffling his hair. "That and this scarf is really nice."

"Give it back."