The next morning, you, Juliet, and Sherlock arrived at a local park, searching for more clues. Mr. Gnomes had been very standoffish ever since Watson was smashed and Gnomeo ran away.
"Sherlock?" You asked him once Juliet had walked the other way, looking for clues.
"Yes, Miss (Y/n)?" He asked, turning to you.
You nervously wrung your porcelains hands before saying, "Mr Gnomes, I have every faith in your abilities, but I'm afraid our situation looks rather bleak. I mean, Watson is gone along with Gnomeo and we have no idea where the next clue is... What are we going to do?" You stifled a small sob as you asked this.
"My dear (Y/n)..." Sherlock began, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. "I know how frightening this all must be for you, but sadness and fear will not solve this case."
You stared up at him, terribly aware of how close his face was to yours. You blinked, blushing furiously. (Can gnomes blush??!?!?🧐🧐🧐)
Then, he cleared his throat and walked away. You felt slightly disappointed.
"Oh no," you heard Sherlock say as he peered through the bushes.
"What is it now?" Juliet asked.
"That dog has the next clue..."
The detective pointed to a sleeping pug next to a bone with a card taped to it.
"But that's just a cute dog?" You said, confused.
"That isn't just any dog. That, my dear, is the hound that belongs to the Baskervilles. (Spoopiest Sherlock Holmes story evarrrrrr)
"But how will we sneak around unseen?" Juliet asked.
"We will use this," Sherlock said, pulling a squirrel costume out of his pocket.
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYZ😭😭😭😭
