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36. Marco Polo

I believe near the start I mentioned the insufferable game of Marco Polo between Sherlock and Moriarty.

That was a long week.

yes, that's right; the two smartest men in the world (with the exception of Mycroft) played Marco Polo for a WEEK!

It started out as a few texts.

Sherlock would always smirk before replying and I didn't know to who or what it was.

so , naturally, I asked Mycroft for the transcript of the conversation on his phone.

My eyes bugged out when I saw the conversation.

19/12/14 18:58

Marco -JM

Polo -SH

Marco-JM

Polo -SH

MARCO! -JM

POLO! -SH

24/12/14 13:45

Marco -SH

Polo -JM

But that wasn't the end of it, oh no.

Moriarty wrote Marco in blood on crime scenes.

And Sherlock would retaliate in yellow spray paint.

Oh the joys of life.

37. Our Liz?

I'm sure you're wondering:

Who the hell is this "Liz"

Well, that would be the Queen.

yes Mycroft and Sherlock have the pleasure of calling the Queen; Liz

no, no

AUNTIE Liz

Yes that's right their family is so close to the royal family that the Queen is basically their aunt.

Why? I hear you ask.

the answer, relatively normal people, is I simply don't know

38. Mouse trap

Not many things can reduce Sherlock to tears.

I mean , He is like; someone died YAY!

Or, suicides that are made to look like murders but are actually car accidents and other wibbely- wobbely detectivey stuff , YAYYYYY!

Who knew that the board game Mouse trap, yes a board game, could reduce the great sociopath to tears.

I walked into the room with a cup of tea in one hand and a jar of jam in the other.

I dropped them in shock.

there was Sherlock Holmes lying on his stomach, crying, and screaming like a little girl in a strop who didn't get a new sing-a-long Barbie.

He looked and sniffled before screaming " ITS TOO HARD JOHN... I CAN'T PLAY THE GAME AND I PROMISED JIMMM!"

I saw the plastic pieces everywhere and the lid of the board game hanging off the skull.

I just slowly backed away into the kitchen and told Mycroft it was code red and to come calm the toddler down.

It was an eventful day.

cat lady.

When Sherlock told me he was a cat person I didn't realize that translated as crazy cat lady.

We were on a case and chasing down a suspect when Sherlock suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned right , into an alley.

There was a huge cardboard box with about 15 kittens in them.

Sherlock scooped them all up and cuddled them before looking me in the eyes and stating

" kittens John, kittens."

" ye-" I was cut off by sherlock

" we are keeping all of them."

" Sherlo-"

" ALL OF THEM"

I smirked

" fine, but you can tell Mrs. Hudson. "

His face paled dramatically and he clutched the kittens closer before placing them back in the box with sad eyes.

he sniffed and reluctantly trudged off, calling a taxi and driving off before I could get in.

I hate my flat mate sometimes.

40. Thats not his name

He calls Him 'Geoff'
He calls him 'Gavin'
He calls him 'stupid'
He calls him 'Lestrade'
That's not his name
That's not his name
That's not his name
That's not his name