#thereichenbachsociopath

Pathetic.

Living in London after living in a war zone? It was just pathetic.

John couldn't stand it anymore, the hapless apartment he was given to help him while he settled back into society. He needed to get a flat, but on his military pension? Pathetic.

He took for a walk in the park, cane at his side when he bumped into an old friend. Hmm, flatmate, this could sound promising.

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Oh. Well this wasn't pathetic. This was most definitely exciting. All that deduction based just off of his phone. This could be exactly what he needed.

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So far The List: xforhire thereichenbachsociopath

ᴏᴜᴛᴏғᴅᴇsɪɢɴs —

Sherlock,

You are brilliant.

Let’s just get that out of the way.

You are also a fool.

For doubting, even for just a split second, that I could be anything but irrecoverably and uncontrollably in love with you. Not just loving you, Sherlock. But being in love with you. Yes, there’s a difference. Don’t argue with me, there is.

I wish I could be more poetic and romantic about this, but I can’t. I just love everything about you. The way your eyes light up with excitement when you get a triple homicide case. How your so negligent with eating and sleeping but wouldn’t dare go a day without washing your hair. Those beautiful hands that have more than once gotten me in trouble for daydreaming at work. The times we battle it out with our music at the apartment late at night (I won by the way). The moments when you pet Alpine with much more affection when you think I’m not looking. 

When you allow me to kiss you, even briefly. It’s always a gift, and I treasure every moment of it. If you’d let me, I’d kiss your lips for the rest of eternity. A paradise all our own. 

I’ve never met anyone like you, and I know I never will. So, thank you.

For letting me love you.

For being mine.

For being comfortable enough to sleep by my side.

I want to be with you forever. But if said you’d only give me a minute longer, I’d still take it. Because even the smallest second is worth it when I’m with you.

I love you, Sherlock.

Please, never think that I don’t.

Sincerely,

"Another round over here my man!" Came Monroe's slightly slurred, booming voice. He was half way turned in his chair, waving wildly over towards the bartender. Wu quickly joined in, practically flailing his arms as if the actions would make their drinks appear faster.

It was precisely One in the morning, but the alcohol currently running in Nick's veins had swept him of the ability to tell time long ago. Bright, glazed eyes shone in the dark shades of the bar. The orbs gazed all over the area, never focusing too long on any one place. A small, almost permanent smile, graced his lips effortlessly, though he couldn't remember what had been so funny to warrant such a response.

Suddenly a familiar arm was wrapped around his shoulder. The Grimm looked to the side, meeting the eyes of his partner, Hank. The touch was warm, and Nick instantly leaned into it. His nature reaction when under the influence of alcohol. "So," the other man started. "I wanted to ask this a while ago but...do you like only guys now?"

"Dude, you can't just ask that!" Monroe yelled, moving back into his chair with the correct posture.

"What? Why not? Why can't we talk about this?!

"It's ruuude! And-"

"Heel boy," Nick interrupted, chuckling lightly. Almost a giggle at this point, some would say. Monroe made a face, which the Grimm automatically ignored before turning more towards Hank, "I like...both, I guess. But I really never thought about guys 'til Sherlock. So I'm...Sherlock-sexual?"

"Because that's a thing," Wu piped in before setting down a shot in front of Nick. Apparently the bartender hadn't moved fast enough.

"Shut up," Nick slurred before downing his shock. He let out a heavy excess breath, shaking his head a bit before placing the glass down.

"So we could have ordered you that stripper after all," Hank mused, taking a sip of his own beer, seemingly upset. "I didn't know how to order a male stripper so I just...didn't."

Wu rolled his eyes, slurping his whisky. "Meaning he was afraid too,"

"Guys, I still find women attractive," Nick protested, his lips morphing into a somewhat pout. "I just love Sherlock and find him attractive too. And, I don't know, I guess I've been noticing features on other guys...don't tell Sherlock though. He would be sooooo mad. I think."

"You should prove it," Wu said.

"Prove what?"

"That you still like women."

"How?"

"Well, that girl's been eyeing you all night." Wu replied cheekily, motioning to a pretty, young brunette sitting at the bar who was looking their way. "Why don't you say hello?"

"...I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Just flirt a little! Show us you still know how!" Hank blundered, almost falling off his chair. Nick hesitated before looking back towards the woman. Their eyes met, even though the Grimm's line of vision was a little fuzzy. The woman smiled lightly, moving just so to give a better view of her assets. Nick couldn't help but return the smile before slowly getting up from the chair. "Fine, I will," he mumbled proudly, almost losing his balance before moving away from the table the group was at and towards the woman.

"Ah man, this is not good," Monroe said under his breath before quickly grabbing his phone and texting the to be husband of his best friend.