Hello!
I know it's been a while, but we couldn't resist...welcome to chapter 14 of Text in the City - MapleleafCameo and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed texting it...
Sherlock, tell me again why I'm at Bart's morgue. JW
Really, John. If you have no idea, then of what use are you? SH
"What?"
"I mean..."
What? Sherlock, Molly's waving a rotting arm at me and shouting - why? - JW"
Molly Hooper has no legitimate reason to be shouting. I didn't ask her for a rotting arm. I asked her to give you a healthy pancreas. Why is that so hard for her to understand that I need data? I can't build bricks without clay. SH
"Um...Sherlock, she says when she put the arm in the freezer yesterday, not only was it perfectly healthy - if a little dead - it was also tattooed. Did you swap it for the one I told you to ditch because it was beginning to stink the flat out? - JW"
Possibly. I deleted most of yesterday. It was incredibly boring. SH
Really? She said go and find your own pancreas, she's - and I quote - shutting up shop and banning you from the premises - gotta say, that explains the locksmith working on the doors as I arrived - JW"
Tedious. You both know I can pick any lock. And who is she to deny me a fresh pancreas? SH
I suppose I could return this arm I found in the refrigerator underneath that dreadful hummus thing you made for supper. I looks vaguely tattooed. SH
"I watched him fit them Sherlock - not seen anything quite like them. - JW"
"Oh, and she says if you break in she'll cut your balls off and feed them to you - JW"
"I don't like the sound of that - shall I return the arm for you? - JW"
I mean, I rather like your balls exactly where they are thank you very much! - JW"
What's the locksmith's name? I'm sure he owes me a
Seeing as I am not about to return the arm, you might as well. SH
You can't see me, but I am smirking at your last comment. SH
"Okay, I'll come back to the flat to pick it up - JW"
"Molly has asked what we're up to because I'm blushing - AGAIN - why can I never think of your body without doing that? JW"
"Um... She threw me out - I'm on my way home. JW"
Excellent. Stop by a butcher's along the way and procure me a sheep's pancreas. SH
"At this time of night? They'll all be closed - JW"
"Anyway, I have something for you - well, a couple of things actually - things you won't be able to resist... JW"
Fine. You can go back to the morgue tomorrow. I'm sure Molly Hooper will be over her tiff by then. SH
And what would that be, my dear Watson? SH
"I'm sure she will - 'cause she'll be on holiday on Marbella! - JW"
All I will say to that my dear Holmes is...^^! - JW"
Hmmm. I am greatly intrigued. SH
"It's going to cost you...JW"
How much? SH
Oh...about a thousand...kisses from that mesmerising mouth...licks from that clever, clever tongue...and even a few nips from those sharp white teeth - nibbling in all the right places...I promise you it will be worth it...JW"
Deal! What are you waiting for? Get home right away. SH
"I'm just five minutes away - JW"
"You're going to love what I have for you...JW"
I think I can imagine. Where would you like me to be waiting? SH
"Naked and in the kitchen...'cause you're going to have to store this pilfered pancreas before it starts to rot...the locksmith's business card can sit on the table 'til later ;-D Hurry up...I'm coming..."