Chapter three for you all. I really appreciate all the views, and reviews will be hugely welcome. Anything you wanted extended please do ask.
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#21: Nice
Molly always felt terrible when she remembered that Jim had been the one killing those people. He'd seemed so nice. Even if Sherlock had said he was gay.
#22: Twisted
Moriarty doesn't know what it is, but something about Sherlock Holmes makes him excited. In more than one way.
#23: Moment
John and Sherlock shared a brief look. Enough for one to tell the other to shoot the bomb, and for the other to voice an agreement. Long enough to say everything, without saying anything.
#24: Understand
"Put them together!"
Mycroft didn't understand much about his brother, why he insisted being rude, why he chose not to eat or sleep and mostly why he was so fascinated with murder. But one thing he did understand was that when Sherlock woke in the hospital he would want to see John alive in the bed next to him.
#25: Feelings
Waking and seeing Sherlock asleep in the bed across the room, his chest rising and falling, alive and well enough, John realised he probably knew what love felt like.
#26: Coffee
Sherlock drinks coffee. John drinks tea. They both try to inform the other of the benefits of their drink. John broke first. John really doesn't drink coffee.
#27: Heating
Winter in 221b with a faulty boiler and a completely non-reliable flatmate, often found John shivering under his duvet. That was until an equally cold Sherlock made his way under the covers in the dead of night, nearly frightening the life out of John. He however made no comment, ensuring his fingers snaking round Sherlock's midriff gave his answer quite clearly enough.
#28: Tears.
Sherlock remembers the day his father died. He didn't cry. Not because he wasn't sad, but because he had decided that tears would not bring his father back to life so they were completely irrelevant to the situation.
#29: Break
The same could not be said for the funeral of John Watson. When Sherlock found tears pouring down his face, and his breath lost in his sobs. He knew they wouldn't work this time either, but he continued to try.
#30: Best.
Lestrade had been floundering before they approached Sherlock. The World's Only Consulting Detective. He doesn't regret it, even when they're dealing with cases from mad serial killers, changing simple deaths into murder. Because he knows that Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson are the best they can find.