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Omnipresent 2 Passion- an instance or experience of strong love or sexual desire.
John managed to stay civil through dinner and the cab ride back to the flat, not even pulling away when Sherlock subtly took his hand on the table or lightly touched his leg in the cab. But by the time the door had shut behind them at 221b he had decided he'd had enough. He wanted some answers.
"Alright, what the hell was that about?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice even once they were securely within the privacy of their own flat. It wasn't that he was really angry with what Sherlock had done, he would have been lying if he said he hadn't had a good time, but he was embarrassed and surprised.
"You said if we went out on Valentine's Day we'd look like a couple. I thought it most efficient, in that case, to make it an actual date." Sherlock replied, throwing himself onto the sofa.
John shook his head in aggrivation. "And what makes you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Or kiss you, for that matter?"
OmnipresentOmnipresent-present everywhere at the same time
That's what Sherlock was to John. A constant presence in his life no matter how hard he might have tried at times to ignore him. If John were upstairs in his bedroom he could hear Sherlock below him, experimenting or playing his violin. If he were downstairs, watching the telly or writing his blog Sherlock was there again, sprawled across the sofa bemoaning the idiocies of humankind and the lack of creativity of the modern criminal. Even when John was at work Sherlock made his presence known with a barrage of texts and the constant worry that he would come home to find the flat in ruins.
More and more Sherlock had come to inhabit John's life. Even his relationship with Sarah had become infected by the consulting detective. More than once John had excused himself while on a date with her because Sherlock had texted him with some new case, demanding his presence. The man seemed to have an uncanny habit of choosing cases whenever the
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 7Bah Bah Black Sheep
"Any ideas?" Lestrade asked as they parked in front of 221b.
"Several. All rather unlikely." Sherlock replied, climbing out of the car. "Stay here. John will want to put on some dry clothes and will insist I do the same but I want to get to the hospital to speak to Ms. Potter as soon as possible." he said slamming the door behind him.
Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and said "We really should put on something dry." before follow Sherlock into the flat.
Once inside he made his way up to his room where he quickly changed into a dry jumper and a fresh pair of trousers, along with whatever other articles of clothing that need to be replaced. Once dressed he went back down to the main room, certain Sherlock would also be dressed and annoyed at him for taking so long.
Instead he found his flatmate sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and still wearing wet socks, staring at his cell phone as it rang.
"Are you going to answer that?" John sighed.
Spinning, SpinningSpinning, spinning
will it last?
start to slow
who would know?
No more spinning
Now we're done
except the setting sun.
My Lovely, My DarlingMy lovely,
She's my one and
She's my one and
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 6Jack and Jill
Two strong hands pushed John roughly down into his chair. He tried to stand up and the hands pushed him down again.
"Stay." Sherlock ordered and wandered away towards the washroom.
John sighed, knowing it was useless to fight it. He was too tired to anyway. Waiting for the consulting detective to return he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
In front of him Moriarty laughed his high empty laugh and the sound reverberated in the cold white tile room, assaulting him again and again from all sides. But he didn't move, didn't flinch away or struggle against the bonds holding him to the chair he was seated in. He was stronger than that.
"It's brilliant isn't it?" Moriarty laughed. "The whole plan? Nursery rhymes as murder plots? It's fantastic!"
"Did you bring me here to gloat Jim?" John asked, keeping his voice a controlled monotone.
The cruel man sneered at him and stepped closer, bending over so their eyes were level.
There Will Be...There will be spring times
And flowers in bloom
There will be birds
and green grass
and sunsets too few
There will be summernights
and beautiful dawns
and swims in the pond
There will be jokes
and days much too long
There will be fall chills
and leaves in the street
There will be carved pumpkins
and maybe sleet
There will be winter storms
and cold shaking hands
There will be hot chocolate
and snow day plans
There will be nights
There will be days
for us only
There will be anger
and harsh words
But there will be joys
we'll never forget
Scars and Purebloods part VEvery night Harry would lie in bed and replay that scene. The warmth of Draco's body against his, how great it had felt to BE with him. Then Snape had to come in and ruin it all. It had been nearly a week since then and he still hadn't gotten a letter from Sirius. Maybe Snape had lying. Maybe he hadn't told Sirius. This seemed more and more likely until the following Thursday when Harry received a letter from Remus Lupin.
Your godfather and I would like to talk to you and Mister Malfoy about the events related to us by Professor Snape almost a week ago. Please meet me and Sirius in Dumbledore's office Friday after dinner.
Harry felt the small bubble of hope inside him burst. Snape had told Sirius. Worse, if Sirius was bringing Remus it meant he was probably really angry and wanted someone there to mediate. But even so it wasn't like he could just not go. Sirius was putting himself in danger by leaving Grimmauld Place to come see him, especially with Umbrid
Nursery Rhymes Are Deadly 5Rock-a-bye Baby
"What do you mean John's gone?' Lestrade asked
"I mean he's missing. Gone. Abducted. Kidnapped. Removed. Whatever you want to call it. He's not in the flat and he didn't take his cell phone with him. Obviously someone took him. And this new rhyme must be the key to getting him back." Sherlock said, his eyes trained on the tape player as if it would suddenly tell him all the answer. "Clearly John was the spoon from the previous riddle. Making the dish Moriarty. You're the little dog and I am the cat. This leaves only the cow which he could have just ignored, working as accurately to the rhyme as he could. Or maybe it's a clue as to what he plans to do with him. Like this rhyme."
"Wouldn't they just kill him? I mean clearly this person has no problem with taking lives." Donovan counted.
Sherlock shook his head. "He would only kill if it was somehow relevant to the rhyme. Otherwise he's breaking the rules to his own game."
"So now what? Rock-a-bye baby is supposed t
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