Sherlock and Max were having another peaceful day. Sherlock playing his violin and Max reading another book. Once in a while he would look at her to make sure she was still there. He never thought he was one for emotions but she changed him. He fears that if he isn't careful then the one good thing in his life would slip away through his finger tips. What he didn't know was that she felt the same. The flat door begins to open and none other than John Watson walks in.
He freezes at the sight of a woman in Sherlocks flat and his eyes widen.
"Um Sherlock... who's this?" He asks
"My name is-"
"Maxwell" Sherlock cuts her off, wanting her to use her real name.
"I'm sorry have we met before?" John asks as he studies her.
"I think I saw you at the bar one time. When you were drinking out of a beaker," she says as she closes her book.
"Yes....probably. I was too hammered to remember anything," John says as he walks into the kitchen only to walk out again after a few seconds.
"One more thing, how do you two know each other?" He inquires pointing to Max and Sherlock.
"Why, that's a long story for another time," Sherlock replies, abandoning his violin to sit beside her. He entangles their hands together and he kisses the back of her hand lovingly.
How can anything possibly go wrong?
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The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story
FanfictionThe sound of hearts beat side by side "I don't understand?" Foot steps thudding, nowhere to hide "Don't you know what's at hand?" With nothing left, but only sin "Please" So let's stop... And let the games begin. They say there's this person. A per...
