Sherlock sat in St. Barts looking over a slide with honey on it. “How strange. This is not like any honey I have ever seen before.”
“Seen a lot of honey then?” giggled Molly.
“Why yes. Bees are fascinating creatures.”
“Oh. Well yes they are! So, Sherlock…how’s the new flatmate search going. See my lease is coming to an end and well I was thinki—”
“Molly can you get my phone?”
Molly walked towards his coat and pulled out his phone. “Why do you need it?”
“To make you stop talking. Now dial Lestrade and tell him I need access to the victim’s belongings now.”
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“You could have just rang me yourself. Molly is not your assistant” Lestrade pulled out a box of honey covered evidence. “You have 10 minutes with this. You aren’t supposed to be working any cases until you complete your treatment program.”
“Hush Lestrade. Your babbling is killing any intelligence in the room which is an admirable feat considering I’m here.”
Lestrade shook his head and sighed. He left Sherlock alone in the evidence room and slammed the door.
“This is new” Sherlock picked up a jar with more of the honey substance in it. He opened the jar and a slight puff of smoke was released. “That didn’t look good.”
Sherlock dropped the jar and clenched his chest. He kneeled and began coughing. “Le—Les-Le” He couldn’t speak. His mind began to spin as the room grew larger. He fell to the floor and passed out.
Ten minutes later Lestrade walked into the room. “Sherlock?” He moved around the table and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor, “Sherlock where are you and why the hell are your clothes on the floor?”
Suddenly the clothes began to move. Lestrade jumped back and watched as a little bee moved from out of the clothes. “Oh. My. God.”
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Sherlock was transformed into a bee. Lestrade took him to his flat and gave him to Mrs. Hudson who thought it was cute. She gave him honey that she kept for tea and made him a bed in her knitting basket.
“Mrs. Hudson, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Sherlock said into her ear. He quickly mastered flying and now buzzed about the room.
“Now dearie I have to do some shopping. So please stay here and don’t go anywhere.”
“Of course. Where do I possibly have to go as a bee?” Sherlock smile melted her heart and she grabbed her coat to leave. She waved goodbye and he sat down into his bed reassuring her he wouldn’t move.
After the door lock he dropped the smile and flew towards the open window. Twenty minutes. She won’t notice a thing. Sherlock flew out the window and into the streets of London. He flew towards a flower shop where he went from flower to flower smelling every single one of them. “Oh how marvelous”
Sherlock glanced up and saw the owner, Vanessa Watson looking around the empty shop. He hid behind a flower and waited for her to go back to the counter. She sat down and began sobbing. Against his better judgment he flew in closer to see if he could hear her whisperings.
“I—-I’m just so a—a—a-lone.” She began crying into the tissues she kept under the counter and tried to wipe away her tears. Sherlock moved towards the counter and sat on the glass. The slight buzzing sound from his wings alerted her to his presence and she looked up to see a bee with Sherlock’s face on it. “OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU???”
Sherlock began to fly out the store when she ran ahead of him and slammed it shut. “I know you. You’re Sherlock Holmes. What is this? Some sort of experiment?”
“Just let me go. I. You are hallucinating, Vanessa.”
“No I’m not!” She grabbed him and cupped him in her hands. He buzzed around trying to free himself of her hands but relented to being carried away. After a few moments he found himself inside a glass jar with holes in the cap. “Mr. Holmes. If only you knew how much I adored you. I followed all your cases. I read all the newspaper clippings. I’m your biggest fan.”
“Ms. Watson, please release me from this jar. At any moment I can return to my normal size.”
“No you won’t. I made the honey. You are mine forever.”
“I’m in love with you. And I knew this was a case you wouldn’t resist. And now you are mine.”
“You love me as a bee?”
Vanessa Watson leaned towards the jar and licked her lips. “That’s my fetish.”
