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I searched for hours.

Some might say I’m tenacious to a fault.

Ever since I was born, I had known structure. I had always had people telling me what to do. Ordering me around. My parents. Then, teachers. Then, those up above me in the army.

Last of all was the professor.

If I left, it meant I had no rules. I had no guidelines.

I didn’t like the freedom.

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I hadn’t seen the man properly in months. He had returned, seemingly from the dead, and then thrown himself into numerous cases, working with a frenetic energy that kept him quite out of Baker Street and all about. I heard whispers that he was abroad, and then rumours the very same day that he was back here in London so that it was hard to keep ( Read more... )

I had never intended to get into a fight with these men ( Read more... )

I remember the very first time we met.

“I have a little job for you,” he said to me. I snorted and I didn’t move, taking a drag from my cigarette and giving him a look.

“Yeah?” I scoffed. He had not made an entirely impressive impression on me. He was dressed neatly and stood over me. For anyone else it would have been towering, but he was unassuming ( Read more... )