Note: As some (if not all) of you, today (aka the 6th of January 2017) Sherlock Holmes, the original character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would be 163 years old since it’s been widely speculated his birthdate was January 6th 1854 (I feel like I’m repeating myself a bit here x) ) So yeah, in short it’s his birthday and that’s freakin amazing x) so here is an insert I worked on the whole day and I finally was able to finish with the help of the wonderful @prettyxlittlexwriter once again :D Side note that I feel like really important to mention: the case sort of featured in this insert ISN’T FROM ME, it’s an ADAPTATION of the original story “The adventure of the dancing men”; a original story written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle himself. So basically the case as been adapted from an old Sherlock Holmes’ case. Anyway, lots of talks, lets begin with our story.
I was awoken by a shy sun ray passing through my opened curtain, still sitting at my desk. Wonderful, I had fallen asleep at my desk once again during yet another all nighter.
“I should seriously have a talk with Mycroft about paperwork on top of watching Sherlock…” I mumbled to myself. “Speaking of which…”
I glanced at my calendar, hanged right over my desk. January 6th… yep, that was it, Sherlock was turning 37 today.
I almost jumped out of my chair, the realization that it was today hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn’t anything prepared yet, nothing in the fridge, no cake, no gift and I was supposed to have him over for dinner, but only after another full day of paperwork.
Quickly dressed, then to the kitchen, I grabbed my mobile phone from the table to text John.
“-You know which day we are today, don’t you?
-Are you serious?!
–-Yes I am completely and utterly serious about that.
-JOHN IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY
-YOU’RE HIS BEST FRIEND HOW CAN YOU FORGET THIS?!?!?!
–-Just kidding don’t worry Y/N.
–-I was searching for an interesting case for today, he seemed rather bored lately :/
–-Anything planned on your side?
-We’re having a dinner tonight. Just the two of us at my flat, nothing fancy for once.
-I got to go, keep me informed on that case :)”
I put the phone on my pocket and opened the fridge to see exactly what I had left in it. I made a mental note to make sure to buy a few things and another one to tell Sherlock it was the last bloody time he was allowed to leave one of his darn experimentation here. Dead body parts left in my fridge… Yurk, I’ll make sure to clean it asap.
With that I grabbed my keys and my coat before I got outside. Locking my flat, my phone buzzed.
“–-How about that: Mr. Hilton Cubitt found a series of strange dancing stickmen carved into a tree in front of his house and when his wife saw them, she panicked and since then has refused to explain his husband why. This morning a new serie appeared on the second tree in front of the house and he wanted to come and ask Sherlock some advices.
-Probably a coded message, he’ll like it. Did the man send you a picture?
–-Yes he did.
-Perfect, that should keep him busy for awhile :)”
With that, I took a cab to all the stupid paperwork left to classify at Mycroft’s office, hoping for a quick and painless day.
“–-Dancing stickmen, need help for the cipher, care to come?-SH
-Come on, you don’t need my help for this one Holmes!
-–It’s way more interesting than all the paperwork you’re doing lately anyway.-SH
-That’s part of my job apparently now…
-Beside babysitting you, that is.
-You can handle yourself this once, can you?
–-I hoped I wouldn’t have to pressure like this but..
-–It’s my birthday Y/N, you can’t say no.-SH
-Yes I can.
-Go have some fun with John a bit and I’ll see you tonight love.
–-You’re no fun Y/N
It was only around 23:00 that they both pushed the door to my flat, exhausted after their day. I gave them a look from upstairs, a small smile on my lips. They sure seemed to have had lots of fun.
“And?” I asked, curious about the result.
“You were right Y/N, it was brilliant! They used an old cipher from a group of criminals from the 1890’s!” answered Sherlock, a smile plastered on his lips, cheeks reddened by the cold winter air and eyes glistening with joy and excitation.
“Had we been a tad bit late, the couple would be dead by now,” added his friend, before he gave the two of us a quick look and then smiled. “Anyway, I should go now, Mary’s probably waiting for me home. Good night.” And with that, he left, leaving us alone in the flat.
I walked down the stairs and wrapped both arms around Sherlock’s neck, pinning him against the wall from the last stair, and kissed him lightly on his lips.
“Hungry?” I asked, smirking.
“Then how about you come upstairs and tell be about the adventure of the dancing stickmen?”
“Y/N you’re doing like John again…”
“Well… readers love a good title don’t they?” I teased him.
We both climbed the stairs and went to the kitchen, where we ate as he relayed me his day.
Overall the story went like this: the woman use to live in America, where her father was the boss of a small group of criminal. Said criminal used an old code of sort of dancing stickmen, previously created by a now dissolved gang. The woman flew America when she chose to tell the police and the criminals were caught. But lately, one of them escaped prison and found her, giving her a warning for her up coming death. Luckily the cipher wasn’t as hard as Sherlock pretended it to be and they were able to get to the county in time.
As we were done eating, I was about to give him his gift when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me on his laps, holding me on a tight embrace.
“I waited the whole day to do this.” He whispered against my ear.
“Had I known the Great Sherlock Holmes to be so affectionate, I wouldn’t have waited to see him sent to his death before telling him how much I love him…” I laughed softly.
“Shame on you then, for waiting all these years Miss Y/L/N…”
We waited like this for a few minutes, my head now resting on his shoulder, simply enjoying each other’s presence. As I was about to free myself from his loving grip, he tightened his hold on me and whispered in my ear.
“How about we go to bed now?”
“But I’ve got a gift for you… And then there’s the cake…”
He smirked. “It can wait, can it?”
Without giving me any more time to protest, he stood up, carrying me in his arms to my bedroom, before he simply dumped me on my bed, as I let out a surprised scream. Without even undressing in the slightest, he almost threw himself on the bed, right beside me, and held me again in a tight embrace. I smiled.
“Tired, are we, Holmes?”
He didn’t even bothered to answer me, eyes already closed as he let out an exhausted sigh.
No answer except for a light snore. I chuckled softly, not to wake him up, playing gently with his curls.
If anyone is ever feeling lonely and wants to spend some quality time with Amy Poehler, or if you’re just in the mood to have some sunshine in your life, here is a (hopefully) helpful list of clips, interviews, and bits and bobs from YouTube.
The date beside each video is when it was published onto YouTube, not necessarily when it took place. There’s no way this list can include every video clip of Amy ever, but hopefully it is an awesome collection (e.g. I didn’t include all of her SNL skits because the list would go on forever). Feel free to let know if any of the links aren’t working/don’t match up and I will fix it. Enjoy ~