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"Oh I forgot to tell you that Burt sends his love." Victoria didn't look up from the book on her lap as she spoke but Sherlock knew that she was talking to him.
It had been a few days since she had given Sherlock the erasers and he had solved the case that he was working on. He was already on a new case and he once again had the company of John and Victoria to deal with while he was trying to think. To be honest, though, he didn't mind. He could ignore them for the most part and part of him liked the company.
Anyway...
Burt sent his love.
Of course she was talking to Sherlock.
Who else did Burt send his love to?
Who else would she talk to?
"Why so many people develop crushes on Sherlock, I will never know," John spoke up and then chuckled.
Was John here? Huh.
Victoria smiled at John's comment and then gazed thoughtfully at Sherlock before replying, "They all believe that he will be their Mr. Darcy and that his..." She paused to think of how Mr. Darcy is described, "arrogance, conceit, and his selfish disdain of the feelings of others..." She laughed, "is all just a misunderstanding."
"If you would not talk about me as if I am not here, that would be lovely," Sherlock requested, his figure still facing the window he was standing at. An eraser rolled between his long, pale fingers. He paused and then added, "Although, I do agree with you."
John smiled, amusement etched on his face, "I didn't think you would be a fan of Pride and Prejudice, Sherlock," he teased.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I admit that I have not read it, but the Darcy character sounds tolerable."
"Barely tolerable, I daresay, but not handsome enough to tempt me," Victoria quoted, causing John to snort and her chortle.
"Would you two please control yourselves. I'm working." Sherlock shot a look at John and then at Victoria.
John rose his hand up in surrender.
Victoria went back to her book.
Sherlock stared out the window.