"WATSON!" Sherlock shouted in horror as Watson handed Lestrade his 3 year old note.
Lestrade looked over the letter in a flash and was on the ground laughing as Holmes tried to take the letter away from Watson.
"Holmes, this is priceless!" Lestrade roared as Watson hide behind him.
"Give it back!" wailed Holmes as the men started to read out loud:
Dear mommy,
I found out that you were making cookies later. Make sure to give them to me and give nothing to Mycroft. I love how you make them.
From your loving son,
Sherry
Holmes looked as if someone had light him on fire his face was so red from blushing. Watson whispered to Lestrade and both men walked to Holmes.
"Holmes, I am afraid I will have to keep this for a while." Lestrade said with a grin.
"WHAT ON EARTH DO-"
"I would like to say if you don't tell me what you have found out in the case I will have to show the yard this letter."
"YOU BLACK MAILER!"
"All in a day's work my dear man."
Sherlock turned to face Watson and said, "Start picking out your flowers for your grave."
Poor Sherlock. Hope you liked this chapter. Review or I will black mail you somehow. :) Just kidding. I love you guys.