"No! Please! I don't know anything about this!" I cried as I was forcefully pushed into a police car. "I won't come quietly! I'll come with you but I won't shut up!" I decided. I don't quit. I sulk loudly. That's just what Amy-Kaytlynn Moriarty does. I am no have an irish accent, more American actually, seeing as I ran away to Arkansas as soon as I was allowed on a plane on my own.
Now. Apparently sulking loudly is against the law. I politely asked for my phone. They refused. I asked again. They refused. I threatened them with Mycroft Holmes. They give me my phone. I send a quick text to Mycroft:
Might need to be bailed out. Xx
I hit send. Within a minute, he had replied:
What did you do? Is it that important? I'll send my brother over.
Mycroft Holmes
This is when I panicked. "Shit." I muttered. Sherlock thinks I'm dead! He's not supposed to know! why else would James hate Sherlock?
I relayed this to Mycroft.
I guess he had panicked too, as he hadn't texted back. Not my problem right now. had died in Sherlock's arms! He'll freak out!
Hi ho hi ho,
it's off to work we go!
Day or night we don't give a Shite!
Hi ho!
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