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After everything that Sherlock had deduced from the crime scene had been confirmed, he and John were free to go. They wandered along the beach in silence. Sherlock held his shoes in his hands and could feel the sand beneath his toes, it was such a wonderful feeling, the warm sun setting on the horizon, the silence of the early evening as he and John strolled back to their hotel. They had left the at in the town and had decided to walk back to the hotel from there. They were both quite tired when they got back and both ended up going to their separate rooms straight away, and both fell asleep rather quickly, even Sherlock.
The next morning, John awake to find Sherlock sitting outside in their little garden, reading Johns book.
'Good book?' He asked Sherlock, mockingly.
'No.'sherlock said bluntly,'it doesn't even make sense and it is so borrriiiiinnnngggg!' He exaggerated.
'Well I rather like it said John, not letting himself be put down by the great detective.