Hey! Real quick note here! This is not my first fic, nor my first Sherlock fic, but it is my first fic on this account.
Sherlock's texts end with -SH. That is how everyone's texts are going to end, just to eliminate any confusion. -{INSERT CHARACTERS INITIALS HERE}
I Always Text When I Can
Ch.1- Mycroft is On the Hunt
Sherlock.
-MH
Sherlock, answer me!
-MH
Sherlock, I know you're avoiding me because of the 'prank'. I'm sure it was hilarious to you, but ordering (and paying, I might add) my chefs to only give me sugar free foods is not a suitable 'prank'.
-MH
John, do you know where Sherlock is?
-MH
Do you want the truth or what Sherlock told me to tell you?
-JW
Just out of curiosity, what did he tell you to tell me?
-MH
He's dead.
-JW
What's the truth?
-MH
He's in his room experimenting on broken CCTV cameras he found in aforementioned room.
-JW
Ah. Well, thank you for the information.
-MH
Lestrade.
-MH
Yeah?
-GL
I need you to text my brother. Tell him there has been a recent murder in the parking garage 5 blocks from 221B Baker St.
-MH
Holy [Insert curseword of your choice here]! Who was killed?!
-GL
Nobody, as far as I know. I just need him there. He's refusing to reply to my texts.
-MH
Thank God. Mycroft, you made me send out a team to investigate. I just had to call them back. They aren't happy. But sure thing, I'll tell him.
-GL
Hey, Sherlock! Meet me at the parking garage 5 blocks from your flat. There's been a murder.
-GL
Nice try, Mycroft.
-SH
I know that wasn't too very good, but it's 11:39 PM where I'm at, and I'm tired. So, yeah, the quality has gone down a little. Next update: Sept. 6th. See you then! Don't forget to review! :)
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