A/N: Hello, people!
I don't own Sherlock.
I have no beta.
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John stirred as his mobile beeped.
He checked it, coming face to face with a photograph of Sherlock standing in front of a body on the ground. A dead body… on the ground. Sherlock took a cheeky selfie when there was a bloody dead body in the background!
John was all prepared to message back, asking whether Sherlock had lost all function of his saner mental capacities, when he saw the text accompanying the photograph.
It was enough to melt his heart and dissipate his anger.
Solved. Wish you were here. SH
He sighed and smiled.
:) Spectacular. Me too. JW
A/N: Done!
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