bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art"And so he's done it again, saving London from certain danger and managing to insult not only most of Scotland Yard and his brother but also a few foreign ambassadors in the process. But however much it may annoy people to admit, we really would be in a lot of trouble if it wasn't for the world's only consulting detective. If only he could just stop filling the utensils drawer with fingers and toes."More Like This
I typed the last sentence and yawned. The late night blogging was really starting to get to me. We'd been so busy with cases that I was awake until the early hours every night trying to keep the blog up to date. Rubbing my eyes, I rested my head on my hand. Now I just had to find a cheap replacement for the latest of Sherlock's kitchen appliance casualties and I could finally go to bed.
Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps behind me. There was a hand on my shoulder, sliding gently into the middle of my back. I glanced up and saw Sherlock looking down at me. His brow was furrowed with a look