"I can glance at a dead body and instantly know their life, and where they work, and who their lover is, but with you I can't tell what it means when you look at me and your eyes are so dark they look brown even though they are blue. Or what it means when your hand starts to shake at certain crime scenes, and yet can be as solid as iron after you kill a man..."
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,942 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 105 - Follows: 17 - Published: 5/11/2013 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete