Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 - A Perfected Act
John woke the next morning to the sound of shouting from downstairs, and so, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he dragged himself out of bed and down the stairs to investigate.
Lestrade was standing in the living room, hands on his hips, watching as Sherlock pinned picture after picture
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I should not be so tickled during a dramatic story like this, but January 5, 1989 was the day I was born.
*goes back to excitedly reading fic*
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