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"What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you." Sherlock smirked. "Took you long enough to ask. There's one more thing that needs to be done." I arched a brow. "Which is?" His smile broadened. "Michael Donovan." Jeremy and I exchanged glances, confusion etched on our faces. Michael Donovan???

The mayor, City Council members and the Chief of Police, all hoping and praying the madness would cease. And Conner. Perched on his couch, yellow pad and pen beside him, DVR set to record so he could analyze and dissect what he saw. Mycroft Holmes, remaining above the fray, ready to help from a distance. Telling himself he could remain untouched by the madness. Praying that he was right.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

"What is my little Sherlock Holmes curious about this time?" "It's nothing big," Sapphire said innocently, rolling a lock of hair around her index finger. "It's just that I heard a couple of ladies talking today when I went to deliver the laundry," "Goddess, help me," Lobelia cried out in her head. She wondered what her daughter heard this time and how she was going to counter it in case it was bad. Sapphire got more curious by the day and it made her think more about her mate. Lobelia knew he would have done an excellent job in shutting her up.

After much debate I left her reluctantly. After dropping Bethany at her home I directly went to my penthouse.I shaved, showered and put on fresh clothes. While my chef has prepared pasta for me,I wasn't in the mood of eating.I don't know why but I was having a bad feeling. Just then there was a knock and in came my detective.No one knows his real name but he is called Sherlock.Cliched much right? "Hello there Mr.Sherlock.How have you been?" "I'm doing fine Mr.Martin.Your father gave me this case about your girlfriend's accident."

He looked everywhere around if somebody was watching him but there was no sign of any new person other than the security guard guarding his home. "Do not waste your time in unnecessary searching for me, prince. I am mafia and I know how to stay unrecognizable. Yes I admit, I am the person who wants to kill Scarlet. But do you have any proof about it? Ha ha you cannot track my phone or record this conversation. The phone has a jammer for everything." A hysterical laughter came out of Sherlock.

Sherlock thought that Chad's behaviour was strange but he figured he might have gone inside to contact his parents to inform them of the situation taking place on their ranch. “I’ll speak to him later.” About to re-enter the barn, Sherlock accidentally bumped his leg into the pitchfork that Chad stuck into the ground. “Ouch, who put this in the way?” He thought it would cause another accident and decided to move it. The moment he grasp the handle, the device in his other hand started beeping. “What is it now?” Sherlock perused the device interface and recognized that it was displaying traces of Outer Burst energy. “Where is it coming from?” He quickly identified the source. “This pitchfork?

I forced a smile “I’m just doing my job, and as far as I know, I haven’t had any serious mistakes in the last month. Not that Mr. Mycroft hasn’t tried hard to find one and replace me with someone else…” “Tell me about it.” he snorted “I passed that old fart earlier. He looks like he needs a golden floor to walk on in his fancy shoes. He’s not giving you a hard time, is he? I could always ask one of the secretaries to put some laxative in his coffee.” “Please don’t.” I laughed “Or we’ll need to send another doctor to their house.”

Sherlock: I don’t know much about you either. Furrowing her brow, Khali expressed her concern. ‘He has no idea who I am. But how did he figure out what I needed to know?’ Khali thought. Khali: Can I name you Sherlock on my phone? Sherlock: Why Holmes? Khali: Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character. Sherlock: You named me after your favorite. Khali: Yeah, you do seem mysterious to me. The same goes for me. Can you tell me my name on your phone?

he said soberly “You are welcome” “Goddd! Can't believe I would have been dead now” he chuckled “Thank you, I really appreciate” “Come on detective…” “Decker, call me Decker” he interrupted “You know you are like that girl in the series, Eleven. The moment I was up in the air by that, uhm, what's he name Caterer” “Carter, mum called him Carter” “Yep, whatever. you were like, Get away from him you douchebag”