"Because we love it." Sherlock said, then he dramatically walks out of the room leaving Lady Smallwood, Vivian and Sir Edwin dumbfounded.
You smirked and stood up from your seat and walk towards the officials, "Ma'am, Sir." You said.
"So, Ms. (last name). What are you really going to do?" Sir Edwin asked.
"We need to wait, Sir." You simply said.
"Why?"
"If it's really him, he'll do something. That's why we need to wait."
"Just assure that you'll find the man behind that and don't do anything stupid this time." Lady Smallwood said to you.
"Yes, Ma'am." You said.
You let Lady Smallwood, Sir Edwin and Vivian to left the room first before you speak to Mycroft, "Myc."
"Sherlock is waiting outside." He said.
You nodded, "I know."
"Then, what are you still doing here?"
You frown, "uh- err.." you bit your lips, you're lost of words because of shock but somehow you managed to form words, "I- I g-going now." With that you left the room without looking back at Mycroft.
What's the matter with him?
You see Sherlock outside the building who's obviously waiting for you. "Sherlock!" You called.
"Oh, what took you so long? I thought you're following me, I kept on talking and I just noticed that you're not following me and now I looked foolish." He said, rolling his eyes.
"You always looked like a fool, Sherlock." You said, rolling your eyes too. "And I have a small talk with Lady Smallwood and Sir Edwin after you left."
He narrows, "How about my brother?"
"Er.. I didn't talk to him. I don't know what's in him but he seems upset."
"Oh, don't mind him. Come on. I'm hungry. Let's eat somewhere." He said, grabbing your right hand and drags you.
"Really? Hungry?" You asked him.
He slows down, "What? Am I not allowed to get hungry?"
"No, that's not what I meant. Let's go and eat aaand it's your treat." You smirked.
"But-"
"No, no, no, no.. you asked, that's why you're paying."
"Fine!" He said, sounding defeated which made you giggle.
"Come on, I'm hungry!" This time, you're the one dragging him to the nearest restaurant.
"Okay, Ms. Hungry." He joked.
221B BAKER STREET.
In the living room, Sherlock stabs his multi-tool knife down into a large pile of letters on the mantelpiece. "If this gets any better, I'm gonna get two knives."
"Make it three!" You said as you type on your twitter with #221Bingo!
"It pays to advertise." John said, who's in the dining table with a laptop on his front obviously writing his blog.
You look at Mary, who's standing near the window and rubbing her very pregnant tummy with one hand while pressing her lower back with the other, "So, what about Moriarty, then?"
"Ooh, we have a plan." Sherlock said. "We're going to monitor the underworld - every quiver of the web will tell us when the spider makes his move."
"Basically your 'plan' is just to sit there solving crimes like you always do." John asked.
"Awesome, isn't it?!" You asked him smiling then you continue to type on your phone.
And that's when your day start. Full of cases, every half an hour a client is coming over to Sherlock's flat:
You are typing again in your phone while sitting on Sherlock's chair whilst Sherlock pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, looking at his phone. John sits in his chair with Mary perched on the arm.
"He drowned, Mr. Holmes." The female client said, "That's what we thought but when they opened up his lungs ..."
"Yes?" Mary said.
"Sand."
"Superficial." Sherlock said, his phone whistles a tweet alert and he goes back to looking at it.
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On another occasion photographs of the same man are scattered over the dining room table and the Mars binoculars lie on top of some of them.
"(y/n).." John called, standing at the table looking at the evidence.
"It's never twins." You said, rapidly typing on your phone.
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On another occasion Sherlock sits in his chair with his laptop open on his knees while you sits in the dining table with a laptop on your front, the both of you were busy on your own phones at the same time.
"Hopkins, arrest Wilson." Sherlock said.
"Dimmock, look in the lymph nodes." You said at the same time.
"Wilson?!"
"Lymph nodes?!"
"Sherlock ... (y/n)..." Mary called but you didn't bother to look at her.
"Yes. You may have nothing but a limbless torso but there'll still be traces of ink left in the lymph nodes under the armpits. If your mystery corpse had tattoos, the signs'll be there." You said to Dimmock, you're still typing on your phone.
"Bloody hell! Is that a guess?" He asked you.
"I never guess." You said, then closes the laptop then you continue on typing on your phone.
"(y/n) ..."
"So he's the killer? The canary trainer?" Hopkins asked.
"'Course he's the killer." Sherlock said.
"Didn't see that coming." She said.
"Hm, naturally." You said.
"Sherlock, (y/n), you can't go on spinning plates like this." John said.
Your eyes widen as your mouth falls open. "That's it! The place was spinning." You said, still typing rapidly in your phone. "I solved it first Sherlock. You lose."
"Hmmm. Let's try another one." He challenged you.
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On another occasion Sherlock walks across the room checking his phone while he talks to a man sitting on a dining room chair.
"The heart medication you are taking is known to cause bouts of amnesia." You said as you type on your phone.
"Yes, um ... I think so. Why?" The client asked.
"Because the fingerprints on your brother's neck are your own." Sherlock said.
"Uhuh." You nodded, eyes not leaving your phone.
Later, that day..
John giggles as he leads you and Sherlock up the stairs at Baker Street towards the living room. "A jellyfish?!"
"I know." Sherlock said.
"You can't arrest a jellyfish!"
"Well, you could try." You said, still typing on your phone.
"We did try." John said. "Oh God."
You looked up from your phone to look at John who is holding his phone, "Mary?" You and Sherlock asked at the same time.
"Fifty-nine missed calls." John said,
"We're in a lot of trouble." Sherlock said, the three of you rapidly heads back down the stairs and immediately hail a cab and went to John and Mary's flat.
As soon as you got there, you were all panicking but managed to get in the car. Not long afterwards, Mary is in the back seat of a car groaning and clutching her abdomen. "Ow! Oh my God. Oh my God!"
"Relax. It's got two syllables ..." You heard John said, yes you're not looking at Mary or John or Sherlock, you're still typing whatever it is in your phone.
"I'm a nurse, darling. I think I know what to do."
"Come on then, come on." John said.
"Re..." Mary started.
"...lax." John ended as he blows out the breath.
"No, just drive! Please, God, just drive! God, drive!" She plead as she screams.
"Sherlock. Mary! And (y/n), help her!"
"That's it, Mary. Re..." Sherlock said, making you chuckle as you type in your phone.
"Don't you start." Mary said, savagely.
"...lax." Sherlock finished.
Moments later you heard something that is smashed against the side window, you finally ripped off your eyes to your phone and look at the back seat. You see that Mary squashed Sherlock's face against the window.
"John?" Mary called, causing you to look at her. "John, I think you have to pull over." She said and shifts back into a sitting position.
"Mary, Mary ..." John said.
"Pull Over!" She shouted.
You look down towards Mary's legs and your mouth falls open and eyes widen in horror. "Oh my God."
Mary screams and then sobs. John glances over his shoulder and starts to pull the car to the kerb as Mary continues to scream.