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Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 29

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Published: Mar 3, 2015

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Chapter 29: How dare thy

        Around lunchtime John returned from work, sighing and entering the flat, he dropped his coat down onto the sofa and looking around the room, suspecting something had happened in his absence but he couldn’t tell what.

        You sat at the table in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and an ashtray aside of you, your red lipstick tainting the bud with every puff.

        Sherlock stood aside you at the table, experimenting with acids and human parts, like he always did.

        Sniffing the air, John could tell someone was smoking, he was almost furious thinking it was his flat mate once again “Sherlock, how many times have I-” he was stopped as he entered the kitchen and saw that it actually wasn’t his flat mate, but you “-Oh, sorry” he spoke.

        You smiled over to him while Sherlock greeted him, “Good afternoon, don’t worry, it’s not me”

        Watson nodded “I know, sorry” he entered the room and stood the other side of the table, looking down at the monstrosity of things in bowls and disgusting liquids placed around the table.

        Looking up at the Detective you pursed your lips and slowly blew the smoke up to his face, and taking a deep breath through his nose, Sherlock happily settled with second hand smoke.

        John shook his head and looked up at him, doing a double take as the odd colour of passionate red stained the side of his bottom lip, “You’ve got a bit of-” he paused, pointing to the side of his own mouth to signify it, then it hit him “-Wait, you’ve been smoking! You’ve been sharing a cigarette, you have her lipstick on you lip!” he explained.

        Sherlock lifted his head, gaping his mouth at his Bloggers suddenly amazing observation, yet he was correct 100%, but he couldn’t let John think he was, “She forced me” he defended, “Like she forces many other things” he continued.

        You looked up at him in shock but soon smiled “I didn’t hear you complaining about anything I’ve forced on you”

        In the vast circles of criminals, gossip got around quickly. Alexandre was furious that his hit man had not done his job; he was as useless as the rest of people he employed.

        Another criminal, well known in London to the right people named Moriarty, James Moriarty to be specific, had heard about the attempts on his favourite Detective’s life, he can’t say he was angry or happy about it, but Sherlock Holmes was his partner in the games they played and he certainly didn’t want someone taking him out. It was time for a minor investigation into the pointing finger.