Based off of something I found on Pinterest

John didn't know how he got here.

It had started a normal day. There was a couple gruesome crime scene, four bodies, and an excited Sherlock. It was one of those days where Sherlock was being followed around. John's blog had earned him quite the following.

There were four crime scenes. All four of the victims had been murdered in the exact same way, but in different locations. None of the crime scenes had security cameras nearby, so it had been planned rather well in advance.

The weird part? None of the victims seemed related in anyway. They all lived in very different places, went to different stores, worked jobs in totally different locations. Sherlock even struggled to find relations between them.

Sherlock had been oddly cryptic, and more so then usual. "A pattern. Someone wants attention." There had been murmurs of names passing Sherlock's lips, but he'd quickly decide against them before going quiet again.

"All of them were poisoned with-"

"Tetrodotoxin. Yes I know. From pufferfish, occasionally blue ringed octopus, some frogs in Brazil as of recent, an a couple others."

"How did you know it was tetrodotoxin?"

Sherlock looked annoyed. "It's simple, one of the victims vomited, there was lots of saliva which indicates drooling. A bystander saw a victim in pain, hunched over, they had been having intestine pain, and were losing control of their extremities before they collapsed. Their breathing rate slowed. Last but not least, two of them had seizures, and they all had dilated pupils. Essentially, they were fully aware as they lost control of their bodies, and then their lungs gave out."

The worker stared at Sherlock for a moment, before turning to John, "Uhm, how did he know that?"

"I'd really rather not know," John scratched his neck.

There was a loud shush before Sherlock turned away. The worker sent a questioning gaze at John, and John simply shrugged in reply. "Couldn't be Moriarty. It's not a test. Each of the victims was committing some sort of fraud or crime."

"Committing fraud?" The worker asked with wide eyes.

"Oh yes, the lawyer was giving extra expenses after their first payment. The banker was taking money. The one who helped with charities stole a lot of money. The fourth was suing to get money from an innocent man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now let me think," Sherlock ended with a demand, then pacing again.

John was speaking with the worker, so he didn't notice when a woman walked by and winked at Sherlock.

"We're leaving," Sherlock announced as he began walking away. John raced after.

.......

"I'm glad I got your attention Sherlock."

"You did a wonderful job at that."

John looked incredulously between the two. "She just murdered four people! To get your attention?"

"It worked didn't it? Either way they were horrible people," Irene explained with a smile. "A cup of tea for either of you?"

The two were being incredibly blaze about all of this, and John could not comprehend it.

"No thanks. I think it's better to get straight to the point. Why did you seek me out?" Sherlock was direct as always.

There was a sigh from Irene before she gracefully plopped onto the couch. "Honestly I was bored. I know you two are quite good at entertaining."

At this point John was spluttering. "You murdered four people because you were bored?"

Irene nodded happily. "Also since you're here, I have a couple trustworthy news reporters. I'd like for you to speak with them."

"Absolutely not." Sherlock had always hated reporters with a passion. Always meddling in other people's business to tell a story that was not their own.

It seemed Irene had anticipated this, " I do believe I have some valuable information that you would rather me keep quiet. If you leave, I might accidentally spill it."

Sherlock's cheek muscles twitched in annoyance. "Very well. Let's get this over with."

Now John was curious what information Irene had on Sherlock. Perhaps he'd have to pay her a visit later.

Irene immediately separated Sherlock into another room, and she'd informed John that he may be up for questioning as well.

"Why should I?" He had asked.

"If the information is important to Sherlock, then it must be incredibly important. Would you really want to betray your friend so?"

So with a lot of grumbles, John had agreed. For now he waited in a separate room.

......

Irene's interview

"Are you close to Sherlock?"

"I've known him for a while, yes. He doesn't typically let people close to him."

"Is it true that Sherlock is as brave as John describes him to be in his blog?"

"Nerves of steel that man. Even more then John describes."

"So Irene, how is it being Sherlock Holmes' love interest?"

"Love interest? I'm afraid you have mistaken me for someone else.

Five minutes later

"So John, how is it being Sherlock Holmes' love interest?"

There was no reply for a bit as he spluttered, and tried to come to terms with what the reporter had just asked. "Excuse me?"

Irene smiled as the actor continued on flawlessly. She was great at pretending to be a reporter. Irene's maid had texted her to confirm John was at the door listening. So they'd played out their interview as planned. It was amusing to see the reporter, who Irene gave full rein as long as she made John feel uncomfortable, ask questions John didn't expect.

In the other room, another actor was directed to keep Sherlock busy. They had been told that Sherlock would be the ultimate test. If Sherlock could tell he was an actor, then he had failed. Honestly Irene didn't care if Sherlock was fooled or not. It was still amusing to think about.

Irene would enjoy the footage of John spluttering at questions, and an actor trying to fool Sherlock for the next while. Hell that might be her new favourite shoe by the way this was going.

"Have you ever engaged in sexual activity with-"

"How is this even related?" John had raised his voice. "Why would you even need to know his shoe size?"

"Why do you know his shoe size?"

Silence.

Best footage ever.

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