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Molly adored the holidays, she loved the colors, the music, and just how jovial it all felt. She loved the crinkle of wrapping paper under her fingertips, the struggle with the tape. She loved writing names on those cute little stickers and above all, she loved watching their faced when they opened their gift. 

She never felt lonely at Christmas, even if she did happen to be alone. It was the most wonderful season of all. 

So here she was shopping for gifts. She was so caught up in the process that she didn't notice the person to her left and well, crashed into them. 

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Striding through Leicester Square, Sherlock gave an exasperated huff as he was once more stuck behind a slew of tourists ambling along at their own pace. It wasn't that he had any issue with London being the height of urban sophistication in Britain but he did sometimes wish it was a little easier to traverse by foot. At this rate it would be quicker to travel by taxi on the sluggish non-moving roads.

Coming to a halt beside a set of traffic lights and pulled out his iphone absentmindedly. In a moment, the consulting detective's attention was pulled from the screen and back to his surroundings. The street was filled with the usual sounds of footsteps, car engines, the ring of a tandem's bell and idle chatter. None of those were what had caught Sherlock Holmes by surprise. Oh no, this was something else. Sherlock was sure he recognised that particular tone. It was a voice that was like liquid gold and struck fear and excitement into his heart in equal measure. It had sounded just like Jim Moriarty.