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Original prompt: Dialogue: "On your knees, now!"
"Or what, you'll shoot me?" Lestrade asked, scorn in his gravelly voice. "Looks like you plan to do that anyway. Rather die on my feet, if it's all the same to you."
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For the next twenty-eight hours, minus brief interludes of stolen slumber, John was caught up in the whirlwind of Sherlock's genius as the man connected each individual dot illustrating the story of a nine-year-old murder - and the theft of lyricist Oscar Hammerstein's handwritten notes that had precipitated it. In the process, John learned more than he had ever expected or wanted to know about Oklahoma!To be fair, his crash course had its unexpected bonuses. Sherlock grew increasingly drunk on adrenaline and satisfaction while cross-referencing old evidence and new research, and he began to litter his deadpan comments with lyrics, often leaving an amused John giggling like a schoolgirl ( ... )
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Sherlock snorted where he lay draped across the sofa, sated by the answers he'd found. "If by food you mean whisky, and by poisoning you mean drinking."
John halted mid-step, foot hovering in the air for a moment before settling on the next step.
"Don't look so scandalized, John. He does this rarely. Only when he's very distressed."
That was no better, just a different kind of wrong. "But why… What was he distressed about? Not the case, surely? No, that's not right. The murder hadn't even happened yet. Something… something to do with his home life ( ... )
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"Either it is or isn't 'a bit not good' to bring up personal subjects at a crime scene. I was under the impression, from your previous reactions, that this was frowned upon. Considered humiliating."
The worst part was that, in his own strange way, Sherlock was trying.
Running a hand through his hair and down his face, John said, "God, Sherlock, there's a difference between blurting out your deductions about colleagues' sex lives in public and taking friends aside to ask if they're all right."
He sat heavily in the chair. "You know, friends. We're not blessed with an overabundance of them, in case you haven't noticed. We should take care of those few we do have ( ... )
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I'll have the rest up very shortly - I'm just making the final tweaks. Thanks so much for reading and for being interested. :)
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