Epilogue~
"Well, come on John, you can't leave me waiting all night." That cold, sly voice made John's head snap around.
"Sherlock? What are you doing here? I told you that that case could wait until tomorrow!"
"Things have changed. I need you to find out as much as you can about a man called Sydney Pyres. He was last seen three days ago by an Italian mer-"
"Waitwaitwait. Hold on there, Sherlock. I've been out drinking and you expect me to do that?"
"That's hardly a problem; you didn't drink much."
"How long have you been here?"
"Long enough."
"How did you find me?"
"Did you really expect that to be so taxing?"
John signed. "Alright. Let's get going before anyone else gets the wrong idea." Sherlock's mouth curved into a mischievous grin and his eyes lit up.
Dark, curly hair…
Intense, mysterious eyes…
Long, cool fingers interlacing with my hands…
John shook his head, stood up, and followed his friend. What a time to start daydreaming.
"Oh bloody hell. No. Just…no," John whispered to himself.
"Hm?"
"Nothing. I said 'Let's go.' Those crimes aren't going to solve themselves."
"That's the spirit, John!" Sherlock turned, and with that they were out into the night.
*Thanks for reading! This is to help improve my writing skills, so I had fun with this ;) *