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catko

Daily Creativity for Game of Cards -- The To Do List

Nov 09, 2015 23:27

We are to post something creative every day for 20 days, so I'm going to continue to work on this f ic crossover / silly thing that I do from time to time.

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the case of the half-drained vics, fic

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catko November 21 2015, 08:00:14 UTC

Meanwhile, Dawn, Xander, and Willow trailed behind the two men, caught up as they were in looking around themselves at London. "Kind of a change of pace, investigating a scene in broad daylight," mused Xander. "Maybe our luck is turning." Dawn knocked against his shoulder. "Oh, Xander. You're the only one who can see a daytime serial killing scene as 'good luck.'"

catko November 21 2015, 23:44:57 UTC

Xander shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets as they trailed after John and Giles, who were talking animatedly about, it seemed, something called "Chelsea." "Just be glad, ladies. A mere hour ago, I didn't want to leave the hotel room. Ever. Now here I am, with great enthusiasm, facing--UGH" as they rounded the corner off the cobblestone path to see a chalk outline of an outstretched figure on the ground, with Giles, John, and Lestrade standing over it, and Buffy and Sherlock roaming beyond.

catko November 22 2015, 08:09:22 UTC

He instinctively spread his arms as though to shield Willow and Dawn from the sight, and then grinned ruefully as he realized how silly that was, after all they had seen and done together over the years. Still, there was something especially gruesome about seeing a "normal" crime scene in broad daylight.

# 15 catko November 23 2015, 23:50:42 UTC

Meanwhile, each in their own way, Sherlock and Buffy were prowling the area--Sherlock, bent forward, nose and eyes searching; Buffy, scanning the perimeter, looking for larger signs of physical activity, perhaps to determine entrance and egress to the scene by either victim or perpetrator. Eventually, in their separate circumnavigations, they both pulled up to a wooden door, seemingly out of use, set into a concrete wall at the back of the garden.

#16 catko November 24 2015, 08:37:33 UTC

They stared at each other for a moment, then reached simultaneously for the rusted iron handle. "'Ere, hold up!" called out Lestrade. "You can't go touching everything, this is an open crime scene." He gestured around at the caution tape.

Rolling their eyes as one, they turned toward him with outstretched hands. Lestrade fumbled in his coat pockets, pulled out a handful of latex gloves, and strode over to where the two were standing. "Careful, now, right?"