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"Sherlock, we need to get your brother drunk." Sherlock and John looked up from the Cluedo board, recently removed from the far wall, to see a frazzled, frowning Greg Lestrade standing in the doorway of 221B. "What?" John looked flabbergasted and amused, grinning when his eyes met Sherlock's. Greg flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. "He showed up at the Yard again and started telling me how to improve my surveillance for the Braxton case. In front of the Detective Superintendent, who then asked me why I had brought my boyfriend to work. Donovan and Anderson had a field day, everyone was laughing at me…" "Surely you're above cari

There was a knock at the door of what was normally a quiet hobbit hole in the peaceful green Shire. Bilbo steeled himself for what might be on the other side seeing as his kitchen was already filled with thirteen dwarves and wizard who had arrived at his home in much the same manner. He did not expect what he found on the other side of the door in the slightest, his eyes going wide as they trailed over the newest arrival. You stood only a few inches taller than him in a long very dark purple cloak that fell completely around your form to entirely conceal what lied beneath, your hair pulled back into a loose knot at the nape of your neck. Yo