I sat in Sherlock's chair as the doorbell rang. Sherlock stood in his red dressing gown.
"Ah yes, what have we got?"
"Take your dressing gown off!" I called after him. He stopped and turned, pulling it tighter around him before proceeding down the stairs.
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"My wife seems to be spending a very long time at the office."
'Boring."Sherlock interrupted.
"Give me your number, I'll let you know." I told him.
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Sherlock grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of his chair and sitting down. I perched on the arm of it.
"I think my husband may be having an affair."
'Yes."
"So sorry, dear." I added.
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"She's not my real aunt. She's been replaced. I know she has. I know human ashes."
"leave." Sherlock told him.
"...a sample and we'll have it tested." I finished.
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"We are prepared to offer any sum of money you care to mention for the recovery of this fine art."
'Boring."
"I assure you, I will have it returned to you by the end of the week." I said, flopping back into Sherlock's chair.
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"We have this website. It explains the true meaning of comic books. Because people miss a lot of the themes."
'Oh that's cool!" I said.
"But then the comic books start coming true."
'Oh, interesting." Sherlock told them.
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John typed and Sherlock peered over his shoulder.
"The Geek Interpreter, what's that?"
'That's the title." John told him.
"Why does it need a title?"
'Because it's a blog. Like the chapters of a book." I explained, lying down so my legs were draped over the arm of the chair.
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I stood by Greg while John and Sherlock examined the body.
"Do people actually read your blog?" Sherlock asked.
"Where do you think our clients come from?"
'I have a website."
'But people don't come to us because your enumeration of two-hundred and forty types of tobacco ash." I told him.
'Right then, Dyed blonde hair. No obvious cause of death,except for these speckles,what ever they are." Sherlock simply walked out of the room.
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"Oh for God sake's. 'The Speckled Blonde'?" I sat on the back of John's chair.
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full." I told him. He pushed me off of it. "Ow!"
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Saving Grace(A Sherlock/BBC Fan-fiction)
FanfictionGrace Lestrade: The youngest of the Lestrade children. She's beautiful, smart, and the kindest person anyone would ever have the good fortune to meet. Sherlock Holmes: The youngest of the Holmes brothers. He's arrogant, insensitive, and the rudest p...