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And then she reconstructed the entire conversation from the broken URL.

[Question to discuss: I'm really thirsty.]

You: Get some water. -SH

Stranger: Or you could always go and get the milk, you know. -JW

You: John, I'm at a crime scene. -SH

Stranger: Pick some up on your way home, then. -JW

You: And I bought groceries last month. There's beer in the fridge, next to the foot. -SH

Stranger: I don't want beer, Sherlock, I want tea. It's eight in the morning. -JW

You: Then since you are obviously at the flat as you don't work until ten this morning, it would be more prudent for you to go and get the milk. Besides, I refuse to buy mlk just so you can make Mycroft more comfortable. Do ask him about the diet. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, you're already out and the store is on the way back from the Yard. And Mycroft doesn't take milk in his tea, I do. -JW

You: Fine. -SH

You: Tell Mycroft that I won't help him determine how the Lieutenant was killed, he already knows and giving me busywork will be his downfall. -SH

Stranger: Tell him yourself. I'm not entertaining your brother alone. Besides, he says he has something interesting for you. Id you leave me alone, I'll make sure he understands that you WILL be solving the case. Alone. -JW

You: You wouldn't. -SH.

Stranger: Care to risk it? Go buy the milk. -JW

You: Anderson is sleeping with Donovan again. Lestrade's wife has thrown him out once more. Wasn't the gym teacher, it was the football coach. This milk is absurdly expensive, John. -SH

Stranger: The first was a given, though we should go and check on Lestrade. Poor bloke. I don't care, you used the last of it for your experiments you buy a new gallon. -JW

You: Those thumbs were VITAL to proving it was the father and not the son, Johm, and you know it! Lestrade is fine. -SH

Stranger: I want my tea, Sherlock. I'm stopping by his place after my shift at the surgery reguardless. Join me if you want, I don't care. Though it might get you out of seeing your brother. -JW

You: Cab outside 221. Be up in a moment. Tell Mycroft to get out of my chair. Also, Fine. Will attend banal visit to DI. Do not expect sympathy, even though I warned you all about this on Christmas. -SH

Stranger: I'll put the kettle on then- do you want a cup? And you will be NICE to and around Lestrade today, do you hear? Else I reorganize your sock index next time you're out. -JW

You: Tea would be fine, john. Also, that sock index is there for a reason, John, and mussing it up every time you do a drug search on "danger nights" as you and Mycroft deem them just encourages me to do experiments on your jumpers when you leave. -SH

Stranger: We're only looking out for your well-being, Sherlock. And leave my jumpers alone. I haven't got the body nor the audacity to go running around London in a sheet like you have. -JW

You: You know you found the sheet perfectly wonderful, John. -SH

Stranger: It was amusing, I'll admit. But we were at Buckingham Palace for Christ's sake, Sherlock. There's a time and a place for things. -JW

You: John, I assure you that the nightmares that Mycroft now suffers from that affair, both mental and metophorical, are well worth the temorary exposure. -SH

Stranger: Fine, but next time at least try to keep the tail of the sheet from dragging. Then we might avoid indecent exposure in Buckingham Palace. -JW

You: I would like to see you attempt to wear a sheet that large and keep a bit of it from dragging on the ground after being seated, John. -SH

Stranger: I think if you can manage to continue wearing that purple shirt of yours after all the abuse those buttons have been suffering, you can manage something as simple as holding a sheet up off the ground. I could be wrong though, that might be above the functioning level of the great Sherlock Holmes. -JW

You: John, please stop smirking down at your phone after you text, Mycroft is likely to make comments on our status again. Also, how was I to know that the git would step on the sheet? He's usually (admittedly) much more unflappable than that. -SH

Stranger: I wasn't smirking. And while that may be true, that sheet was bound to catch on something reguardless. The fact that that something just so happened to be Mycroft's foot simply provides a convinient scapegoat for your own lack of forethought. -JW

You: Lestrade texting. Burglery in Brixton. Same house as ASIP. -SH

Stranger: Can I at least have my tea before we're dashing off to another crime scene? -JW

Stranger: And I thought that place was abandoned. -JW

You: It was under construction when the murder took place, John, do keep up. Will purchass you tea if we can abandon Mycroft now. -SH

Stranger: Fine. Let's go then. -JW

You: ((Have to go now, but I need you to know that my love of this conversation has the burning passion of a thosand white-hot suns.))

Stranger: (Same! Do you have a Tumblr?)

You: ((No, I don't but I'm damn well going to make one right now. What's your's and I'll message you or tag you or something once I get mine up?))