I finally caved and joined the craze. I present Sherlock: A Study in Pointe. I know traditionally men do not do pointe ballet, but I figured wether a for a case or because he is a dancer, Sherlock is so invested in his work he would be a master in point within a month. John enjoys the new hobby, better than the more morbid tasks even if the Pointe shoes makes Sherlock even taller. Enjoy lovelies.
Dr John Watson: Have you talked to the police?
Sherlock Holmes: Four people are dead. There’s no time to talk to the police.
Dr John Watson: So why are you talking to me?
Sherlock Holmes: [morosely] Mrs. Hudson took my skull.
Dr John Watson: So I’m basically filling in for the skull?
Sherlock Holmes: Relax, you’re doing fine.
WAIT GUYS SHERLOCK TELLS JOHN TO STAY TIGHT WHERE HE WAYS HE WAS VERY SPECIFIC WHERE TO STAND WHAT IF THAT WAS BECAUSE THE FOG THAT WAS USED IN HOUNDS OF BASKERVILLE WAS COMING FROM THE GRATE NEXT TO HIM. THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THE WOOZINESS AND DIZZINESS HE WAS EXPERIENCING AND HIM SEEING THINGS IN THE WAY HE FEARED IT WOULD BE.
*just the two of us* => MEANING => SHERLOCK AND JOHN. JUST THEM. JUST THEM AGAINST EVERYONE. AGAINST THE REST OF THE WORLD.
OK. JUST SHERLOCK AND HIS JOHN. HIS DOCTOR. HIS EX-ARMY CAPTAIN. HIS FRIEND. HIS BEST FRIEND. JUST THE PERSON FOR WHOM HE FAKED HIS DEATH. JUST HIM. THIS MAN THAT SAVED HIS LIFE THE FIRST DAY THEY’VE MET.