Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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Nervously I sat down next to John overlooking the courtroom. It brought back memories. I find myself playing with the 'belt' of my blue coat. John put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. And of course, Sherlock decided to smart talk the judge.
" One librarian; two teachers; two high-pressured jobs, probably the City. The foreman's a medical secretary, trained abroad judging by her shorthand. Seven are married and two are having an affair – with each other, it would seem! Oh, and they've just had tea and biscuits. " Sherlock rants. It wasn't long before Sherlock was thrown into a cell.
"You're disappointed in me." Sherlock deduces.
" Only slightly. Honestly, I would have done the same." I reply before pecking his lips. "I know how this works out. Moriarty walks free, and oh how the press will turn. They'll turn on you." I say sadly.
" I'll be fine. I won't let that happen." Sherlock persists.
"Can't you see? It's already started. I've seen him manipulate people on global scales. This is only the beginning of his fairytail." I sigh.
