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as I am not going to be here tomorrow and kinda now have the routine to publish on Tuesdays, I present to you the next part :D
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Hairdresser
"I will have to cut some of your locks, so I can get out the green slimey stuff in your hair, Sir.", said the hairdresser with an unsure look at a very grumpy Sherlock.
"You want to cut my locks!", asked Sherlock shocked and touched them, as if they were already cut off his had and just an illusion.
"Sherlock, there is no other way. The stuff is really sticky...", tried John to calm his friend down, but it didn´t really work.
"Just because those Harry Potter fanaticers threw their "deadly potion" at us!"
"They were fans of the Potter universe and as there is no real magic they did the next best thing and pretend it was real."
"Yeah, as if saying "Avada Kedavra" would really kill me! Idiots!"
"I remember a certain detectiv running into his room after the movies and trying to built a broom that could really fly, because you loved the movies."
"Did not."
"Did! And don´t try do deny it!"
"...", Sherlock mumbled something under his breath and John patted shoulder.
"Anyway, your hair has to be cut to get the "potion" out. You always say, looks are only deceiving so it shouldn´t be a problem for you." Sherlock glared at his flatmate and pulled on one of the slime-free locks.
"I just don´t want my hair to be cut."
"Are you scared of getting your hair cut?", asked John and failed at stiffling his laughter. Sherlock picked up one of the magazines and flung them at John´s head. The soldier stepped aside and laughed even more.
"I am not scared! I just like my locks!"
"So you want to run around with the deerhead, so nobody can see the slime?"
"Of course not, John!", replied Sherlock with a sneer. That damn hat!
"Then you will have to get a haircut." Sherlock nodded but still cursed under his breath, while the locks started to fall.
Shortly after the friendly hairdresser finished her work and the boys had paid for the hair cut, they were called to a crime scene.
As they arrived Donovan already waited for them with an insult on her tongue, but as Sherlock emerged from the cab she suddenly went still and stared at him in shock. When they finally passed the astonished Sergeant the only noise she managed to make was a squeak.
"Oh, Donovan, intelligent response, like always.", said Sherlock with a smug smile, but Donovan couldn´t even reply anything to that.
They entered the crime scene and even Lestrade froze as he saw Sherlock, but he wasn´t as shocked as Donovan.
"New haircut?", he asked instead and met the annoyed glare from John.
"It´s the ladykiller haircut! All the girls were staring at him and couldn´t even give a reply. The female cab driver even gave us the ride for free and begged Sherlock for his phone number! And our Mister Holmes here just said, he wasn´t interested and ignored her."
"John, as you and I well know I have other interests. Also I am married to my work, which means there is simply no time for affairs.", replied Sherlock and pushed his hand through his new haircut.
"Shut up, Sherlock. Damn the hairdresser and that damn potion!"
"I like the new haircut.", replied Sherlock and walked off in the direction of the corpse with a evil smile in his face.
Someday, he would built a broom that could fly and than John had to say, that he had been right!