Sherlock Holmes (
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For John Watson
[Sherlock is still finding pieces of the melted laptop in the carpet.
It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.
He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.
It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.
He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]
Bored, John.
[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]
It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.
He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.
It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.
He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]
Bored, John.
[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]
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She's staying because Jim is just as much a danger to her as he is to you. You heard how he talked to her this morning. [Yesterday morning, but close enough.] She has some equipment she said might be helpful, too. And you're already on the floor, so clearly you're comfortable there.
[John kneels down and, without preamble, proceeds to check Sherlock's pockets for his phone and SIM card so that he can wed the two together again.]
What did you even find out following after his car? Anything?
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A few things.
[He doesn't sound as though any of them are particularly interesting, they're all just pieces of an overall puzzle.]
He knows Mycroft, or has at least met with him before. I saw the house where Caroline Matthews is staying. And he's left handed. That's about it before Lestrade showed up and forcefully demanded to take over, so I'm sure any further clues have been completely missed.
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[Leaving the smaller fish to catch the bigger fish, at least for now.]
I'm certain that he's got a much larger hand in this than we might previously have thought.
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Scaring him off might stop him trying to murder the people around me. The people around us. Did you think of that? Caroline can point to him as an accomplice, and they can bring him in, as well.
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[He knows it's a risk that Caroline might go after someone else, but he's confident in his ability to stop that.]
Forget her, she's secondary now.
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[It comes out much louder than intended.]
That homophobic-! [John manages to clamp down, but the rage is still there, just silent.]
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Secondary, but not forgotten, perhaps I used the wrong words. We will bring her to justice, but Moriarty could be a lead to something much bigger with many more lives at stake.
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All of that runs through John's head, but he can't articulate it at the moment, too frustrated and angry in a way he knows he shouldn't be to put it in a way that won't have Sherlock immediately dismissing it. After staring at Sherlock for several seconds, he turns on his heel and heads back to the door.]
Going out. Back in a few minutes. Stay here, Molly.
[This isn't exactly the best neighborhood to take a stroll in at this time of night and John's still tired, still worried about Sherlock, especially after that blanch. He can't express himself right now, though, and he's just going to yell at Sherlock if he can't unwind. A little fresh air to clear his thoughts and it should be fine with Molly there.
Molly, for her part speaks up once John's slammed the door closed. She's feeling a little bolder lately, and maybe a touch protective after the last few days.]
Sherlock, his life is falling apart and you almost died. If there's a way to fix it, you need to tell the police.
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He huffs and pushes up to his feet, swaying very slightly, and turns to look properly at Molly. Sometimes he can't help but be surprised when she speaks, very few people are unpredictable to him, but she is some of the time. Perhaps it's why she's become vaguely important to him.]
I will, but at the right time.
[Why is he explaining this again?]
The risk is worth it, James Moriarty is more dangerous than we could imagine, I'm sure of it. We have to catch him.
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The guilt is gnawing at her, as well. The person most responsible for all this is probably her, bringing Jim into their lives.
She chews her lip before continuing more meekly.]
Neither of you are going to get a good night's rest this way. He's talking about alphabets. E is for Eye? He said something about that on the way back.
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I will make certain that Caroline doesn't commit any more crimes in the meantime, but this is our best chance to learn more about Moriarty and bring him down. A few more days of restlessness is a small price to pay.
[Why is he the only one that sees this?]
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How are you going to make certain? You couldn't stop her kidnapping you.
[And now he's even weaker, nearly dead yesterday, might suffer seizures for the rest of his life.]
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You or John must tail her at all times, preferably you as I work better with John. Actually, if you could head out now then that might alleviate John's concerns when he returns.
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Um... what about sleeping?
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[What is it with normal people and things like sleep and food, can't anyone prioritise except him?]
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Do you have, um... is there anyone else? Maybe we could do shifts!
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[He could send one or two of his homeless network along to tail Moriarty for a while, they won't do anything stupid like run to the police and a few owe him quite large failures.]
You can go now, I'll call you in four hours to find out where you are and send a replacement.
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Where am I going?
[She hasn't exactly been given an address for Caroline. Unless she's meant to go stakeout Jim's place?]
WHOOPS I meant Caroline and not Moriarty, gdi self
[He doesn't bother to give more explanation than that, she can find it using her phone as a sat-nav, or take a cab if she doesn't want to drive.]
...well? What are you waiting for? Now, Molly.
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Molly heads for the door.
It's ten minutes later that John returns, feeling more level.]
Where's Molly?
[If Sherlock just kicked her out, John might need to go for another walk...]
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She's gone to stake out Caroline, so you can relax now that she's being watched and is unable to cause any more death or destruction.
[See, John? He has this all under control.]
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[And all right, that's food, but that's not real food.]
She's a pathologist, Sherlock, not a bloody detective!
[John pulls out his phone, ready to text Molly and call her back where it's safe.]
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[He glances around, but finding no more Mars Bars, he starts on a small bag of skittles instead. He won't stop John from calling or texting Molly if he wants to, though he doesn't think it will do any good.]
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Bloody hell, would you just order real food and stop eating junk?
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Agh! I ask you about this and then I lose the tag. /o\
<3
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I need to track this properly with my Watson account because I keep missing this... /facepalm
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own accent*
Re: own accent*
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