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Not an ordinary night in the not-so-ordinary and boring world she got herself into.
Y/N found herself lying on the floor of a familiar room. She has seen it but on a TV series not in real life.
Two men were standing before her, giving...
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Baker Street, where Sherlock and John both have their coats on tries to keep them warm because the window is still not fixed so the cold wind enters the living room. John sitting by the desk, typing on his laptop, blogs about the cases they've encountered. Sherlock is watching something on the screen, arms folding and his feet up on his chair. The pink phone is resting on her left armchair.
"No, no, no! Of course, he's not the boy's father!"
Sherlock yelled, and John spun around to face the man sitting in the chair with his feet tucked in, then back to the screen and wrote again. Sherlock continues to rant at the screen.
"Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!"
"Knew it was dangerous," John said still typing.
"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed loudly.
"Getting you into crap telly," John said continuing to type.
"Hmm. Not a patch on Connie Prince."
"Have you given Mycroft the memory stick yet?" John asked wanted to know the update on the stick.
"Yep. He was over the moon. Threatened me with a knighthood, again." Sherlock popped the'p' and raised his eyebrow at the knighthood.
"You know, I'm still waiting."
"Hmm?"
"For you to admit that a little knowledge of the solar system and you'd have cleared up the fake painting a lot quicker."
"Didn't do you any good, did it?"
Sherlock tilts his head at John before returning his gaze to the TV. John pauses for a second before turning to Sherlock, grinning, and closing the lids of his laptop.
"No, but I'm not the world's only consulting detective."
"True." Sherlock grins. John clears his throat moving the chair backwards and gets up from his seat leaving the study area.
"I won't be in for tea. I'm going to Sarah's. There's still some of that risotto left in the fridge." He said heading out of the living room.
"Mm!" Sherlock said still fixed his eyes on the screen.
"Tell Y/N that she can have my room later if she wants. She wasn't replying to my messages." John said to himself the last sentence then he stopped when he remembered something, "Uh, milk. We need milk."
"I'll get some." Sherlock quickly replied and John turned to Sherlock grinning and a look of disbelief.
