The Anonymous | S.H. ? O.C.

For chapter 3

"Landlady. I think her name's Ms.Hudson? So, this is the flat where all the 'magic' happens, eh?" Ann walks around the flat, looking at trinkets placed around and any pictures on the walls. Her eyes land on what appears to be a human skull above the fireplace. She picks it up to admire it when she finds a box of cigarettes left behind. She quirks her eyebrow as she holds the box in one hand as if to ask about it.
Sherlock walks over and snatches her weave

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Just a random thing for chapter 3

SH: whatcha find there?

JW: are those cigarettes?

SH: (makes mad dash at a shockingly fast rate of 70 mph to other side of room to bitch-slap the murder suspect Ann and take the freshly bought package of cancer and lights its toxic smoke)

AN: yOU sNaTcHEd mY WeAVE

SH: fight me, cunt

(Moriarty enters the room)

JM: you miss me, bitches?

SH: come at me, gaylord

JM: gladly

(The pair forcibly make-out)

"What's better is reading moriarty's lines in his high-pitched nasally voice then sherlock's last line there in a slightly aggressive, deep voice"

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Extra for chapter 7

"Are you now a member of the Baker Street Boys?"
And floods of other questions send more overwhelming feelings to everyone.

"I wouldn't say that. They're the true detectives, but I also wouldn't say that I'm going to be gone from them or the papers anytime soon."

"What makes you say that?" The reporter questions her more.

With a smirk and a quick motion, Ann turns to Sherlock. Without any time to comprehend what is happening, Ann crashes her lips to his, fluttering her eyes shut. Sherlock stands still, almost like a statue, but eventually remembers how to move. He begins to lift his right arm up from behind him to put on her back, but not quick enough; the kiss is cut off.
Ann slowly opens her eyes back up and makes eye contact with him.
"That's what."