"You know we have cases to solve right?" Sherlock asked stepping from the train and onto the platform "As in there is a murderer on the loose that can and most likely will kill countless times again." His illustrious, brazen coat danced behind him in the harsh London winds as you led him through the streets. "Could my birthday present not have been people leaving me alone to catch a serial killer in peace?"

"Watson and the police department are working the case."

"Oh wonderful, I'll tell the victims families to expect an update in two to four business years then?"

"They're more than capable and you know it. Just relax for one day, let your hair down and just try to have fun." His aggravated scoff echoed through the alleyway. "Stop moaning, were doing this whether you like it or not."

"I could possibly be excited, but you've decided to keep it to yourself and engage in the pathetic art of secret keeping." Sherlock followed you around a sharp left and onto a busy street with cars rushing down narrow roads and people all ducking and waving past each other. "Wonderful, a shopping centre. You know how I love droves of mindlessly emptying their bank accounts all in the vain of a dopamine hit." His eyes darted back and forth against the ravaging crowds of people.

"We aren't here for the shopping just trust me, come on." Exceedingly reluctantly Sherlock continued to stay in tow against all his instincts. "Okay... we're here." Sherlock's face twisted into disgust as you proudly presented the escape room adventure to him. "I know what you're thinking."

"You removed me from an active case for a whole day so we could come, and play make believe. Y/n we do this every day."

"Just hear me out." You tried to lead him through the doors, but he stood with his hands in his pockets and rooted outside. "I paid good money for this, you're doing it whether you like it or not."

"Could we really have not just gone out to dinner or... I would have even gone to the cinema y/n, anything would be better than this." Once he realised you weren't going to let him leave without a fight he begrudgingly marched through the doors, anybody would have thought he was a tantrum having toddler, and not one of the most genius men in the world.

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Written by Aaron.