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Nervously I sat down next to John overlooking the courtroom. It brought back memories. I find myself playing with the 'belt' of my blue coat. John put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. And of course, Sherlock decided to smart talk the judge.
" One librarian; two teachers; two high-pressured jobs, probably the City. The foreman's a medical secretary, trained abroad judging by her shorthand. Seven are married and two are having an affair – with each other, it would seem! Oh, and they've just had tea and biscuits. " Sherlock rants. It wasn't long before Sherlock was thrown into a cell.
"You're disappointed in me." Sherlock deduces.
" Only slightly. Honestly, I would have done the same." I reply before pecking his lips. "I know how this works out. Moriarty walks free, and oh how the press will turn. They'll turn on you." I say sadly.
" I'll be fine. I won't let that happen." Sherlock persists.
"Can't you see? It's already started. I've seen him manipulate people on global scales. This is only the beginning of his fairytail." I sigh.