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“I want you to send a text.”
John glares at Sherlock, before stomping over to desk anyway to pick up the phone that wasn’t even halfway across the room from the couch, and type out the text as Sherlock directed. A potential flatmate! He didn’t even have an ounce of regard for the fact that he had literally just been abducted.
John bites back any exclamation of frustration and instead moves over to the window to peek outside, to see whether he was still being surveiled.
“What’s wrong?” Sherlock asks - finally.
“Just met a friend of yours,” John says lightly. Oh, now he’s curious.
“A friend?” he asks. He sounds incredulous, and John supposes he really doesn’t have many friends.
“An enemy,” John amends casually.
“Oh. Which one?”
“Your arch- enemy, according to him,” John says, as he turns toward Sherlock. With the way Sherlock freezes at his words, you’d think he actually did meet an arch-enemy of his.
“Do people have arch-enemies?” John asks skeptically.
“He offered you money,” Sherlock says, not a guess.
“Well, yes.” John frowns. “But I didn’t take it.”
“Good. Take nothing from him, and give nothing to him. He will never leave us alone if we so much as give him a single crumb,” Sherlock says darkly.
John waits, but Sherlock doesn’t elaborate.
“Who is he?”
Sherlock sighs silently, deflating further into the couch.
“The most dangerous man you have ever met, and not my problem in the slightest.”