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It's the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.
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26 Dec 2020
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They both knew, deep down, that it was only a matter of time. And now the time has come.
Rosamund Catherine Watson is missing. And Sherlock Holmes is about to set the world on fire.
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05 Sep 2020
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Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?
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23 Aug 2020
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“Surely my use of the word ‘partner’ was a rather large clue, brother mine?” Once again, Mycroft’s words are softly delivered but his growing irritation at Sherlock’s distracted attention shows in the minuscule downturn of his mouth. “You go as part of a couple; romantic, of course.” Mycroft sneers slightly at the concept before continuing. “You are relatively famous, that should be enough to entice someone into spending time with you. Surely some pretty young thing will be eager to spend time with the famous Sherlock Holmes and his infamous temperament; it will only be for four days, after all.” He has chosen his words with care, knowing they will get a rise from his brother and sure enough ….
“Pretty young thing!” Sherlock spits, his pale eyes suddenly blazing, full attention finally on his brother. “I don’t want some insipid person fluttering their eyelashes at me and simpering at my every word! What I want….” Sherlock trails off, aware that he has already said too much.
“Indeed.” Mycroft raises an eyebrow and leans forward once more in his chair, hands templed, an unconscious echo of Sherlock’s favoured pose. “Then ask him.”
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