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Here we go again with another (long-awaited) chapter. I hope you will enjoy it for I'm finally content with one of my chapters. (Hooray!)
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"Hello Lisa." John muttered, trying to free his throat of a lump that he hadn't noticed being formed before. "Uhm, how are you?"
"I'm very fine, thanks very much." She spat out. "Have never been better."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. He didn't really need pubertal teenagers to spoil this all.
"Lisa? We have to ask you some questions." Sherlock ordered.
"And why should I do that?"
Sherlock looked her dead in the eye. "Because I have got some information about you, Lisa, that I wouldn't really want public if I were you."
"Uh, have you now?" She laughed impatiently. "Not that I would care though, anyway. There's nothing about me that the class couldn't hear."
"So, I shall tell the class that you once almost dr-."
"What do you wanna hear?"
Sherlock smirked triumphantly. "How did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Oh, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean."
Lisa sighed. "How I...?"
"Yes? Go on, please."
"If I have to. I admit that I stole Mr. Stamford's panties, but it was only for truth or dare, I swear. I didn't mean to-"
"What?" Sputtered both John and Sherlock at once.
"Oh my god, you didn't come here for the panties? This is so embarrassing." She blushed.
"But, how can I be wrong?" Sherlock said. "Everything fit perfectly: the deodorant, the look on your face, your movements... how?"
John grinned. "Seems she isn't the only one with vanilla-deodorant, eh?"
"Oh, how could I have overseen it? She wasn't wearing it, you did. And because of your molestations, she had it on her. How can I be so daft?"
"Well, now that that's cleared, can't we-?"
"How can I be so stupid? There's always something wrong, always."
"Please, Sherlock?" John asked.
"Yes?"
"Can we leave now?"
"Not yet, there are still some things we have to talk about." Sherlock replied, grinning dangerously and turning back to Lisa. "At first: What do you know about James Moriarty?"
"James? Oh, he's an okay fella, but I've heard that he's gay, so I don't really like him."
Sherlock tensed slightly. "More."
"Uhm, I've heard that his little brother died at a very young age, he lives somewhere near my home in a small flat with his father. That's as much as you can squeeze out of me."
Sherlock could only do so much as sympathize with him; although he knew that it would do him no good. They were just too equal.
"Do you really think this was James?" John asked, fear written all over his face. "I mean he seems a bit weird, but that-?"
"I felt something the very first second I laid my eyes on him and registered a lot of information, such as the information Lisa just confirmed."
"Why did you need me then?" Lisa asked crossly.
"For confirmation, as I said only a few seconds ago." Sherlock shook his head in displeasure. "And also you have something else on your mind, don't you? You just don't want to say it, because you may feel it would be humiliating, especially around John. That is that you have been growing special, how to put it 'feelings' for this certain M-"
"What? How long?" John asked ardently.
"A little long-"
"While we were still together?" John asked. He couldn't believe it.
"Uhm, yeah?" Lisa said, fearfully awaiting John's reaction.
John laughed. "You little bitch."
"What?"
"I can't believe I ever fell for you."
"Me neither." Said both others, although for various reasons.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" John asked, directing his question to Sherlock.
"Well, I thought your feelings might be hurt and I-didn't want to see you sad."
"You? And feelings? I learn something new about you every day."
"That's what makes me so interesting." Sherlock grinned.
"Sherlock Holmes, ever the humble."
John and Sherlock were soon shushed out of the hut due to their intolerable and unstoppable flirting, which annoyed Lisa to bits. And so they decided to look out for clues and whatnot. They couldn't face Moriarty yet, since they didn't have the needed evidence thus far.
"Sherlock? Why should Moriarty do something like this, there's no reason-."
"Have you heard about David? Moriarty's boyfriend?"
"Yeah, sure, what about him?"
"Well, Greg is not as heterosexual as you may think."
"He's gay too?"
"Problem?"
"No, it's just- so many people are gay, where will all the babies come from? The human race will soon be deleted."
"John, you're stupid. You're gay as well and you say such dense-."
"If anyone still cares; I am not gay."
"What does it matter anyway?" Sherlock sighed. "Let's get back to business."
"So: David and Greg?"
"Yes, it's the typical boy meets boy but the more female of the two is torn away by an evil all-destroying beast-story."
"Oh, so David doesn't love Moriarty?"
"Nope."
"Interesting. Why don't we just ask him?"
"He's most likely with Moriarty right now and we're not able to-." Sherlock stopped.
"Hello John."