Revenge Is A Dish Best Served With Flashbulbs
Sherlock Holmes was on a roll. Which meant he was more arrogant and egotistical than usual. Which was saying a lot. By the end of the Ricolletti case, everyone who worked with him, including John Watson, was down to their last nerve and he was standing on it with his size 11s.
“You know, Greg, I think you should buy Sherlock a present.”
“A present? I’d like to punch him in the face.”
“Don’t we all. But I think the Department should by him a thank you present. And give it to him at the press conference so he has to accept it.”
“What kind of present?”
[Editor’s Note: I should probably mention at this juncture that I’m ill (temporary), so I’m not entirely responsible for my actions. ]