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On the way back from a mission, the group was trying to get to know each other. "So Kevin, what have you been doing these past 5 years?" Ben asked. "Oh, not much, I've made a living for myself by selling parts to aliens through the black market. But, I promise I won't anymore," Kevin replied. "Good, so, did your plans always work, or were they foiled sometimes?" Gwen asked. "Well, I have a very good, or should I say bad record on the subject, but I did have this one mistake. It was really embarrassing, I couldn't show my face around my clients for a month," Kevin replied. "Ooh what," Ben inquired. "Well, as long as you promise not to lau

Watson was worried. His and Holmes latest escapade resulted in spending the night in jail. He missed an appointment with Mary and her parents. What's more, they had a fight. He should be mad. He had all reasons to be mad. He thought that after Mary bailed him out he will wait for an hour or two and go back and pay the money for Holmes. It sounded like a suitable punishment for the selfish detective. But when he got back, he wasn't there. What was worse, no one was able to tell him what happened. He talked to the prisoners  but they were deliberately vague about Holmes whereabouts, and were clearly enjoying the anxiety they caused in

"Okay, this is the last question is from @Maryloves1d- Are any of you guys ticklish? If so, have you ever had a war to see who was the toughest?" Liam pulled back, nervous. He looked at Louis, who should have had a mischievous glint in his eyes, getting a question that could expose a weakness and lead to a prank. Instead, he saw terror, which was almost as bad. "Weird question. Well, if you were at the concert, or saw it on YouTube, I wet myself from being tickled when I was younger, but no one has tried in a while, so I don't know." "Yeah, it's in a bunch of magazines that I am 'very ticklish'," Harry volunteered. "So I must be if it's in a

"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking." "You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him. "Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said. "What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied. "I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him

"Please" "No" "But Why?!" "Justin! I'm not doing it!" "I have to prove to you that I'm not ticklish!" "But I know you are, though. Who cares?" "I'm not!! I've grown out of being ticklish!" "Okay! I believe you if you say so but I'm not going to tickle you." "PLEASE!!!!!!" That was the first time I ever heard Justin Bieber, the most ticklish guy ever, say he wasn't  ticklish, let alone that he wanted to be tickled. Almost everyone who ever known him knows that he has crazy ticklish feet. Should I tickle him just to torture him? Why not? I decided to say yes. "Fine!" We went over and sat down on Justin's couch. I put his feet on my

"It's the only life you've got, so you've gotta live it BIG TIME! Thank you guys SO MUCH! You guys were a great crowd! We love you California!" The concert ended with a bang. All four of the Big Time Rush boys went into their dressing rooms, got out of their stage outfits, and put on much more comfortable clothes, basketball shorts, flip flops, and tee shirts. What better to do than to celebrate after a fantastic show, so all four of the boys, along with their good friend Dustin, went to Kendall's house for a party. They laughed, drank, had a great time. It was now 11 and everyone was getting tired. By now, Dustin had gone home and James, L

"Ok. I admit it. That was completely worth the permanent notation on my criminal record." John Watson grinned. Sherlock wriggled awkwardly in attempt to alleviate the pressure on his wrists which were cuffed behind his back, nevertheless he smiled. "Anderson's reaction was . . . an utter masterpiece." "Love how Lestrade had to tie him to his chair until he calmed down." John rubbed his nose on a wall in an attempt to relieve an itch, his own hands cuffed behind his back restricting his movement. "I pity whoever has to clean up the mess to be fair." "I know. Blood is difficult enough to clean up at the best of times. When you mix photocopie

"The House of Laughter; for all your bad days," Peter read the sign slowly; the pictures of funny clowns and slapstick acts drawing his attention. He thought back to his recent break up, it was a bad day. Only one ticket. the sign boasted; well it certainly was the cheapest ride in the park. Shrugging, the red head walked inside; how bad could it be? Laughter rang loudly through the entrance hall, so he decided that it must be pretty good. Soon he could see an attendant next to an opening. Peter handed him the ticket. "No shoes in the House." he stated gruffly, and the red head nodded before stripping his slender feet; choosing to remove h