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Fill: Reversal (1b/?)
anonymous
December 7 2012, 07:34:47 UTC
Greg grasps nervously at his baton as he enters a two-storey building in a grim part of town, and sees Donovan do the same. Following a rustling noise, they make their way through a darkened hallway and end up in a room where Sherlock's frantically pacing. He looks up when they approach. "Took you long enough." His voice is oddly hoarse.
Donovan's not paying attention to him at all, instead looking at the man on the floor with blood clumped in his hair. He's not breathing. There are streaks of blood everywhere and a stained knife on the floor a couple of metres away from the body. "What the hell--"
"What? Who, rather, is the question." Sherlock points, his motions stiff. "This is Anthony Cardew, janitor, petty thief, sadist, and the killer you're looking for. You can see--"
"Sherlock," Greg says, cutting off his words. Sherlock flinches. "He's dead"Why, yes," Sherlock says, his teeth flashing in a cold grin. "I'm glad you still have enough observational skills to notice that much, Detective Inspector
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Fill: Reversal (1c/?)
anonymous
December 7 2012, 07:39:53 UTC
The first thing Greg notices is the sharp smell of vomit. The second is that there are a shiny pair of cuffs on the ground and a blood-encrusted one around Sherlock's wrists.
He stops in his tracks.
"I'm just going to...unlock this, all right?" Donovan's saying, wiping at her mouth. "Sorry, it might hurt a bit--"
"I'm well aware of that. Just get it over with," Sherlock says, wincing as he holds out his right hand. And then he looks up. "Hello, John."
"Yes, all right," Donovan says softly, manoeuvring her standard-issue key while trying not to dig the cuff further into flesh, and her tone finally penetrates Greg's foggy brain. It's a fragile approximation of her victim voice, meant to convey a mixture of comfort and authority. And that means
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Fill: Reversal (2a/?)
anonymous
December 9 2012, 06:22:02 UTC
Greg learns a lot about Anthony Cardew in the next few hours. That the first three victims frequented the Tesco where Cardew worked. That the man had probably nicked the handcuffs from one of his many trips to the custody station. That he'd sustained head trauma from a fall before acquiring the stab wound in his chest
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Fill: Reversal (2b/?)
anonymous
December 9 2012, 06:26:15 UTC
A week after the Cardew case closes, Greg's in a cramped flat in Hackney when an argument drifts through the door. "What the hell is going on?" he yells as he walks out, only to be greeted by Sherlock swooping about in great irritation and a hapless DC trying to keep him away from the scene.
"Sherlock," he blinks. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, resting, or--"
"Boring," Sherlock spits out. "I am fine, and the flat is intolerably dull, and you've been keeping cases from me."
As a matter of fact, he has been refraining from calling Sherlock in. "Don't be ridiculous," he protests anyway. "You're our consultant. We don't need you all the time
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Re: Fill: Reversal (2b/?)
anonymous
December 9 2012, 15:41:40 UTC
Oh, this is beautifully written. But I do hope that both John and Greg, who are his friends, will find some way of reaching out to Sherlock without having him brush off their "pity". Donovan is right, it is a mess-up.
Fill: Reversal (3a/3)
anonymous
December 10 2012, 22:58:55 UTC
"We found him," Greg calls John back at the station, when the killer is handcuffed and deposited in a cell for the night. "He confessed."
"What, the case?" John sounds a tad distracted. "All right, thanks, I'll let Sherlock know."
"Uh, how is he?" he asks, the words rushing out quickly. "Sherlock."
"He's f--" and then John sighs and reconsiders, while Greg waits. "He does better when you give him some warning before you walk into the room," he finally says. "Not that he'd admit that, mind."
"Well," Greg says wryly, "God forbid the great Sherlock Holmes be human."
John gives a humourless laugh. "He--yeah," he says, and then falls silent.
"Okay, right," Greg says when the pause has become uncomfortably long. "I have some work to finish up--"
"Yes, absolutely," John says at once. "Good night, Greg."
Greg hangs up and only stares at all the paperwork on his desk for a moment before he gets to work.
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It's one of those days that don't start with a murder, and Greg's wincing at a tepid cup of station coffee when there's a polite
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Donovan's not paying attention to him at all, instead looking at the man on the floor with blood clumped in his hair. He's not breathing. There are streaks of blood everywhere and a stained knife on the floor a couple of metres away from the body. "What the hell--"
"What? Who, rather, is the question." Sherlock points, his motions stiff. "This is Anthony Cardew, janitor, petty thief, sadist, and the killer you're looking for. You can see--"
"Sherlock," Greg says, cutting off his words. Sherlock flinches. "He's dead"Why, yes," Sherlock says, his teeth flashing in a cold grin. "I'm glad you still have enough observational skills to notice that much, Detective Inspector ( ... )
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He stops in his tracks.
"I'm just going to...unlock this, all right?" Donovan's saying, wiping at her mouth. "Sorry, it might hurt a bit--"
"I'm well aware of that. Just get it over with," Sherlock says, wincing as he holds out his right hand. And then he looks up. "Hello, John."
"Yes, all right," Donovan says softly, manoeuvring her standard-issue key while trying not to dig the cuff further into flesh, and her tone finally penetrates Greg's foggy brain. It's a fragile approximation of her victim voice, meant to convey a mixture of comfort and authority. And that means ( ... )
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"Sherlock," he blinks. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, resting, or--"
"Boring," Sherlock spits out. "I am fine, and the flat is intolerably dull, and you've been keeping cases from me."
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This is so well written and in character, it's brilliant.
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Kudos on doing a great job!
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"What, the case?" John sounds a tad distracted. "All right, thanks, I'll let Sherlock know."
"Uh, how is he?" he asks, the words rushing out quickly. "Sherlock."
"He's f--" and then John sighs and reconsiders, while Greg waits. "He does better when you give him some warning before you walk into the room," he finally says. "Not that he'd admit that, mind."
"Well," Greg says wryly, "God forbid the great Sherlock Holmes be human."
John gives a humourless laugh. "He--yeah," he says, and then falls silent.
"Okay, right," Greg says when the pause has become uncomfortably long. "I have some work to finish up--"
"Yes, absolutely," John says at once. "Good night, Greg."
Greg hangs up and only stares at all the paperwork on his desk for a moment before he gets to work.
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It's one of those days that don't start with a murder, and Greg's wincing at a tepid cup of station coffee when there's a polite ( ... )
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Not the OP, but that was really good. I like the way you've written Sally, too.
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