She threw down the file. “I give up. Go ahead without me. It’s going to take me all night to go through these.”
Sherlock sat at his microscope with his back to her, examining the thin slice of suspect seed. “Come Watson, you can do it. I have faith in you…”
She sighed and picked another file from the huge stack beside her.
He muttered under his breath, “ …never going to give you up…”
Surprised, and not sure she’d heard correctly, Joan looked up from the file and listened.
“…. never going to let you down…”
Her brows knitted and she turned her head towards him.
“Never going to run around and desert you…” his voice was low but the words were distinct. Joan stood up and walked two steps closer to him.
He continued, “Never going to make you cry … never going to say goodbye….”
She stood over him, arms crossed, staring in disbelief. He became aware of her glare and slowly tore himself away from his specimen; his eyes traveled up her body to her incredulous face.
“Did you just Rick Roll me?”
He grimaced and half apologetically whispered, “Never going to tell a lie and hurt you?”
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