Texting Sherlock

Cuppa

A/N: This is a continuation of the previous chapter.

How long?
-JW

All night if we have to. Maybe a week. Maybe a month. No longer, he doesn't like stretching things out too much.
-SH

Come over then, for a cuppa? While we wait?
-JW

Not yours though. Yours taste like somebody dipped their feet in tea leaves and then dipped them in water.
-SH

Mrs. Hudson's cuppa then?
-JW

I'll be over soon.
-SH

~~Skip ahead an hour and a half (Sherlock and John are sitting opposite each other in the living room chairs and drinking tea)~~

I still rather prefer to text.
-SH

Why?
-JW

It's easier.
-SH

Oh Sherlock..
-JW

So how are things with Mary?
-SH

... I thought we agreed not to bring it up...
-JW

Not good then.
-SH

We haven't spoken in weeks.
-JW

I know.
-SH

Of course you do.
-JW

Mary didn't tell me.
-SH

Of course she didn't.
-JW

I do hope it gets better, John.
-SH

I know you mean the best, but at least you have your blogger right?
-JW

Indeed!
-SH

Ding ding

Doorbell?
-JW

Two rings.
-SH

Not a client.
-JW

Moriarty.
-SH

Moriarty.
-JW

He's early.
-SH

I have my gun.
-JW

Of course you do. I'll go open the door now, hide the phones.
-SH

A/N: Say in the comments if you guys want a continuation of this part? Yeah? No? Maybe so?

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