(Wholock) GrimIt was a quiet day at 221b Baker Street, exceptionally so. The rythmic tapping of computer keys was indicative of the fact that John was blogging again. The slight 'tak' as he hit another letter contrasted with the light drizzle that was blown against the window by the unusually cold April wind. In the kitchen of the little flat, china mugs and plates clattered against each other as Mrs. Hudson finished the washing up that John had left. ('Just this once, dear. I'm not your housekeeper.') The only reason it had gotten so dire was because Sherlock had dragged him all the way down to Yorkshire to investigate the trivial matter of a few stolen statues. Did it really matter if a couple of crying angels had been nicked from a graveyard? Either way, Sherlock hadn't been able to shed any light on the matter and had been in a foul mood for the few days following their return.(Wholock) Grim3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was now busy looking into some intricate chemical anylisis that John had no hope of understanding. A microscope sat
Wholock x Reader - Part 8Wholock x Reader - Part 81 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were being watched. Maybe even followed. You didn't know for sure, you just had a funny feeling in your stomach telling you danger. You wanted to get somewhere safe...And as fast as you could.
You took a quick glance over your shoulder. Somebody was following you, all right. You could only just see them, stalking after you from a distance, their face veiled by the shadows they kept to.
Picking up the pace, you entered the Underground and caught the next train possible. The whole time you would take quick glances behind you. They were always there.
You hurried along to the office as quickly as you could, taking a big sigh of relief when you finally made it. You would be safe here. Having one last peek behind your shoulder as you entered the building, you relaxed even more. The person was gone.
Still feeling a little uneasy, though, you took the stairs up to your floor.
Once you were there, the room fell silent. A couple of your co-workers were there... and all staring at you