Love is an incredibly curious thing indeed. (Sherlock one on one) (Closed!)

"Absolutely nothing."

“This doesn’t suite you, you know.” He said as he sat down on his sofa chair.

"People change, especially presumed dead people who spent two years snuffing out the last of Moriarty's henchmen. Don't judge me."

“No judgment.” John defended, putting his hands up.

"Do you really think I should call Lestrade?" Sherlock asked.

“There’s no harm. Do you whatever you want to do.”

(I gtg for bit, but ill be on later.)

(Bye!)

(Hello?)

(I guess by “later” I meant 24 hours… I am so sorry. I’m back now tho.)

(Lol hi! Continue?)

(Yeup)

“There’s no harm. Do you whatever you want to do.”

"I'm going to call Lestrade." Sherlock said.

“Okay.” John pulled his laptop over and opened it up.

Sherlock dialed Lestrade's phone number and waited. "Lestrade, has anyone committed a crime you can't solve, like normal?" he asked into the phone. A few minutes of shouting later Sherlock received news of an incredibly violent murder. "John, how do you feel about investing a murder?" he asked.

John looked up from the computer. “Please.”

"Take a gun with you. You'll need it." Sherlock said ominously.

Picking up his gun, John put on his coat. “Ready?”

"Yes. You?"

“Let’s go solve a murder.”

Sherlock waved for a cab, a few minutes later they were at the scene of the crime.

“What was Lestrade able to tell you?” John asked as they walked over to the victim.

"Tell me what?" Sherlock asked. The head of the victim was two feet away from it's body. "So disgusting." Sherlock said, making a face at the corpse.

John turned his head away and closed his eyes once he saw the victim. “Great.” He said before opening his eyes and looking back at the scene. “Never mind. Let’s figure out what happened here.”

"The murderer is still close by. This didn't happen long ago." Sherlock said, nudging the severed head with his foot.

“We should set up a a baracade then.”

"Already done. Let's check the alleyway for clues."

John nodded and started walking through the alley.

Sherlock ran up ahead, spotting something. Suddenly the feeling of a knife piercing his stomach shot through him.

(Sorry i gtg again. This time I promise I will be on later.)