Ooooh, the ladybird necklace! *claps hands in wild applause*
I enjoyed this tremendously. Your Sherlock POV is absolutely marvellous, just the right mixture of not interested in normal people and their petty little problems and a genuinely good friend. Once again, you've succeeded at giving real Sherlock/Molly feelings by making their interactions cute and bizarre, but never overly sweet. Also, kudos for the way you had Sherlock solve the case, even if it was just a boring little crime to him - the idea of him frequently washing his hands in order to get the combinations to the employees' lockers particularly delighted me.
My personal highlights:
Cat-lover, had sex last night (she seemed to have sex every night, which must be exhausting), took the bus to work, just finished removing a brain. This is such a perfect chain of deductions. It starts out with sex and ends with removing a brain. Only Sherlock would be capable of that.
Molly looked crestfallen. Which for some reason, made Sherlock angry. And not at her. Just awww.
“You're mental,” Pearson said. “I'm a genius,” Sherlock corrected. “Don't worry, it's a common mistake.” Please, can I hire you to write the next Sherlock season? Pretty please? That would be so awesome. You write the best Sherlock. :)
Thank you so, so much for exploring this lovely idea and turning it into such a gorgeous little story. *hugs*
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*claps hands in wild applause*
I enjoyed this tremendously. Your Sherlock POV is absolutely marvellous, just the right mixture of not interested in normal people and their petty little problems and a genuinely good friend. Once again, you've succeeded at giving real Sherlock/Molly feelings by making their interactions cute and bizarre, but never overly sweet. Also, kudos for the way you had Sherlock solve the case, even if it was just a boring little crime to him - the idea of him frequently washing his hands in order to get the combinations to the employees' lockers particularly delighted me.
My personal highlights:
Cat-lover, had sex last night (she seemed to have sex every night, which must be exhausting), took the bus to work, just finished removing a brain.
This is such a perfect chain of deductions. It starts out with sex and ends with removing a brain. Only Sherlock would be capable of that.
Molly looked crestfallen. Which for some reason, made Sherlock angry. And not at her.
Just awww.
“You're mental,” Pearson said.
“I'm a genius,” Sherlock corrected. “Don't worry, it's a common mistake.”
Please, can I hire you to write the next Sherlock season? Pretty please? That would be so awesome. You write the best Sherlock. :)
Thank you so, so much for exploring this lovely idea and turning it into such a gorgeous little story. *hugs*