Madonna?

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(Your P.O.V)

I made my way up stairs, checking my breath, yep smelled like alcohol "Sherlock Holmes!~" I called out, tousling my hair to look a bit crazy. I watched as the great Sherlock Holmes glare at me from his door frame. "Are you drunk?" "Are you an otter, Madonna?"
I watched as his chest rose with a sigh, and he made enough room for me to get into the room. "Why Madonna?" I spun around quickly to grab his cheek (well what cheek he had), "because your a drama queen!" I smiled and laughed while tapping on his cheekbone.

"The stories are right, you can cut yourself when you slap these." "Your not drunk." "Obviously, you wouldn't have let me in if i didn't play being drunk, and to be completely honest you need help with Moriarty." I flopped down into a chair, as Sherlock sat opposite staring at me with wondering eyes, his mind most likely in a frenzy of hate.

"I don't need your help." "Yes you do." "Don't" "do" "don't" "do" "don't" "Madonna you need my help." "Shut up i dont." "Like it or not my mother's stressed, Mycroft is stressed, and so are you so quit being a a drama queen, that's my dog's job!"

I watched as Sherlock sighed once again, "okay only this time." i smiled at him as i crossed my legs, closed my eyes, and intertwined my fingers (excluding the pointers that are directly in front of the mouth). I sighed slightly, only to hear a small laugh, " what?" "Nothing, just, do you know how many weeks are in a year?" What was Sherlock up to now? "No, it's unimportant, so i must have deleted it at some point." I watched as a smile grew on Sherlock's face "Experiment, completed."

He stood up quickly heading to the kitchen, "tea?" "Yes, but now is not the time to be doing experiments, you jerk!" "Jerk?" "Yes, you Sherlock bloody Holmes are a jerk, just like Moriarty!" "You know Jim?" "Of course i know Jim, he was my teacher... And... My ex as well... That bloody psycho was my..." I shivered in fear and disgust "my lover."

A laugh once again left Sherlock "finally letting your guard down, and all i had to do is talk about Jim Moriarty." I stood quickly grabbing my tea from Sherlock, taking a few sips and setting it down.

"So, tell me, why are your pupils dilated." My, my vision was getting blurry, this headache...why was it there... The only thing i could feel was a hand on my wrist "and increased heartbeat, you, your in love."

"No i'm not." The light was getting dark, blackness taking over my consciousness "i don't do senti-..."

"You dont do sentiment."...

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