Sarah/Sally/John
anonymous
December 5 2011, 01:09:51 UTC
Sally's been undercover for weeks when she suddenly reels into the clinic one evening, more than a bit damaged, and interrupts John and Sarah. What little evidence they've got convinces Sherlock that it's a fellow officer who did the damage, so it's decided to hide Sally at Sarah's place until the case is solved and it's safe for her to emerge. But that gives Sarah and John a chance to know her a lot better. A whole lot better.
Say hypothetically I was filling this but couldn't quite get John in (he appears in the story quite prominently, but doesn't fit in the relationship). Would OP be alright with that, or is John required?
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 16:04:29 UTC
If it hadn’t been for the surgery’s unofficial mascot, he’d never have seen her. Not huddled below the street the way she was, curled at the bottom of the basement stairs with her head between her knees. John finished setting out the saucer of milk on the stoop and descended towards the huddled figure
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 16:52:00 UTC
“She woke up for just a bit earlier,” Sarah informed him. “Moderate concussion, I think. She’s a little bit confused, but I didn’t ask her for any details. I think we should take her to A&E.”
John was shaking his head before she’d even finished the sentence. “I know we need to do scans, but I don’t feel right leaving her in hospital alone. She’s obviously been treated poorly, and I can’t get a hold of her boss.”
Sarah cocked her head to the side. “You’re worried about something. More than just this Sergeant Donovan, I mean.”
John sighed. “It’s not like Lestrade to be completely out of contact. And Sherlock doesn’t know where he is, either. I think something terrible has happened and I think Detective Sergeant Donovan needs our protection.”
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 16:56:16 UTC
It was hours before they heard from Sherlock. In the meantime, they’d managed to get Sally to hospital to run precautionary scans with as little fuss as possible. Sarah had explained about the nature of the Detective Sergeant’s work to the head of the A&E (an old chum), which had greatly expedited the process. There had been a bit of a discussion over whether to return to the surgery or to take Sally to Baker Street to wait for instructions from Sherlock. Sarah eventually compromised by offering up her spare bedroom, and they began the trek back to her flat, which was where Sherlock found them some hours later
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 16:57:22 UTC
Sherlock smiled--a feral, dangerous thing. “Hunting. I’ve examined the scene and deduced where the shipment of weapons is due to come in. Mycroft is prepared to aid in their capture, but I’d like to be present myself. Are you coming
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 16:59:53 UTC
The night finished with only a long gouge on Sherlock’s forearm and a bruised cheekbone on John’s part, which meant it fell neatly on the “swimmingly” end of the John Watson Criminal Encounter Spectrum (“trademarked” John smirked to himself). However, the ringleader of the gang had managed to escape, which meant the Yarders still weren’t safe on the streets
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 17:00:40 UTC
He waited 10 minutes for the “all clear” from Sally but it never came. Knocking gently on the door, he pushed it open, listening for protests. “Sally, are you finished?” he asked. Silence
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 17:02:12 UTC
The next day, John was taking a shift at the surgery but Sarah had the day off. The women were sitting in the living room, Sarah having declared it an off day for physical therapy. Sally argued she’d never had an off day any of the other times she’d been injured. After much haggling and arguing, they managed to compromise: the regular laps of the flat and only hand exercises that involved holding things. Sally had to grin when Sarah brought out the day’s gripping practice--two wine glasses and a bottle of chardonnay
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 17:02:55 UTC
Sally giggled. “You had it right the first time. He’s a good man, is Gregory Lestrade. Great boss. Good friend. I would do anything for him.”
“You mean anything to him,” Sarah returned.
“That too.” Sally toasted her host and refilled both their glasses. “The man deserves all the best things. A good wife, good job, a good sergeant.”
Sarah looked over the rim of her glass “He has a good sergeant.”
“No, no, no,” Sally returned. “A really good sergeant. One who would have his back. Who could protect him all the time, not just when she was awake
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 17:03:50 UTC
When the morning rolled around, Sally stayed in her room in sullen silence. John and Sarah could hear her grunting with exertion, but there wasn’t enough room to do much walking. Finally, curiosity got the better of John and he knocked on the door softly
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anonymous
December 31 2011, 17:04:40 UTC
It was the better part of two weeks before the combined efforts of the Holmes brothers cleared up the case enough that they felt it was safe for the Yarders to go back to work. The last of the traitors had been captured and were currently being held in the highest-security institution Mycroft could arrange. Sally and Lestrade were grateful to be back at work and to have the madness behind them, taking a grim satisfaction at giving the grieving families of their victims a small bit of closure
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John was shaking his head before she’d even finished the sentence. “I know we need to do scans, but I don’t feel right leaving her in hospital alone. She’s obviously been treated poorly, and I can’t get a hold of her boss.”
Sarah cocked her head to the side. “You’re worried about something. More than just this Sergeant Donovan, I mean.”
John sighed. “It’s not like Lestrade to be completely out of contact. And Sherlock doesn’t know where he is, either. I think something terrible has happened and I think Detective Sergeant Donovan needs our protection.”
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“You mean anything to him,” Sarah returned.
“That too.” Sally toasted her host and refilled both their glasses. “The man deserves all the best things. A good wife, good job, a good sergeant.”
Sarah looked over the rim of her glass “He has a good sergeant.”
“No, no, no,” Sally returned. “A really good sergeant. One who would have his back. Who could protect him all the time, not just when she was awake ( ... )
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