Chapter Text
“Courtship”
Location: Scotland Yard headquarters, London
Time: 11:24
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-“Sir!” Donovan said on the phone, almost screaming and looking at the package, utterly shocked
-"What?! I just made it to the car! What could've possibly happened in the past three minutes?"- Greg spitted out as he made his way back to the office.
-"You HAVE to see this"
-"Alright, I'll be there in a heartbeat”
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When a breathless Greg made it back, he frowned when he realized almost everyone was now surrounding the desk where the package was. He quickly walked past through them to finally stare at the horrifying display, motionless.
-"Is that? Is that a?"- Greg stuttered
-"Obviously." - Sherlock said bluntly. He kept contemplating the macabre display with frenzy.
“Better than Christmas" He thought, not being able to conceal the smile on his face.
“Oh no. Wh, What kind of… What in BLOODY HELL?”- Greg Lastrade finally managed to say while taking a few steps back.
-“What kind of sick and macabre game is this??!!” Donovan cried and stared astonished and disgusted at the horrifying display.
-“Only my favorite kind, I suppose” Sherlock whispered to himself, still smiling at his present because he now knows for sure the game is definitely on.
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