after meeting Sherlock and learning about his "crazy" personality, you thought that the surprises ended there, of course, except for someone's organs in completely random places. Perhaps, thanks to your work, you have at least a little accustomed to life with the most surreal plot. A quiet life? Haha, yes of course, especially after meeting Sherlock, your life is now a Pearl Harbor uprising, and the kamikaze is not you, but someone else. . . whose what view from all sides.

after a message from an unknown number on your phone, Sherlock became significantly interested in who wanted to meet you... in... The strangest place to meet. You felt a strange anxiety, and Sherlock only frowned, already suspecting this mysterious person.

the cold wind kissed your curves tightly, giving a slight tingle on your cheeks like the most greedy kiss, raindrops like tears of melancholy gave a gloomy atmosphere, if you do not count the living London and its lights. Burying yourself deeper in your scarf, you got out of the car, going down the small steps of an unfamiliar building, and the strangest thing is that God knows what kind of parking lot, and completely empty. Turning the corner of the gray walls, your steps softly clattered on the worn concrete floor, and going deeper, you reached, seeing a man in an elegant suit.

"well hello, {{user}} (last name)."

he almost purred. His sharp eyes looked at you, and your body, as if he was thinking about something.

"I'm glad Sherlock didn't suspect anything. My brother is sometimes... Possessive, haha..."

he came closer with a light chuckle, waving an umbrella that wasn't even wet.