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Out of Sight - Part 7

General idea: Moriarty is your boss. After he helped you out of a precarious situation when you were still a minor, you started working for him. Now, he has a new job for you. Get close to the Holmes brothers to keep an eye on them for him. Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Reader & Jim Moriarty/Reader Fandom: BBC Sherlock Word count: 2886

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You decide to not partake in any form of strenuous physical activity that Sunday, as you were still a bit sore from kickboxing the previous day. Instead, you decide to go on a walk and get breakfast at a local cafe. As you walk, you listen to some music and enjoy a London that’s quiet for once. It seems that most people are still asleep, but you eventually find a spot that’s open and serving fresh coffee and croissants. You walk in and get seated near a window by one of the workers. The worker looks to be in her early twenties and her brown hair has been tied up into a ponytail. After you order a cappuccino and a plain croissant she starts making it almost immediately. As a result, you only have to wait a couple of minutes before she brings you what you ordered. ‘Thank you.’ You smile at her before she walks away again. As she does so, you turn and reach into your coat pocket to grab a pocket sized edition of Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky you’d brought with you. You’d put a bookmark where you had left off, about halfway through the book, so you turn to that page and remove it before starting to read. You hold it in your left hand as you read while holding your cup of coffee in your right.

Time passes slowly, but you don’t mind. It has been quite a while since you’ve actually been able to relax and read quietly while enjoying the simple things in life such as a cup of coffee. The last time you actually did anything remotely relaxing that wasn’t related to exercise was the time you were in Tokyo for a day as a result of a flight having been cancelled in the early morning. It was quite a nice surprise, as you had been on the road for several months and hadn’t had much of a break from work. Jim had tasked you with quite an important job, mostly consisting of securing deals with or control over certain criminal networks in several countries in Asia. It had gone relatively smoothly, with only one network proving to be difficult; still, it had been a long trip. In spite of it all, you’d decided to go get some souvenirs for Jim and Sebastian before leaving the country. They’d liked them, despite them being quite silly. London is different though, and while Tokyo is amazing in its own right, it does not have the same vibe. There’s a certain charm to the mist and smoke of the city that you enjoy. That it’s where Sebastian and Jim stay most of the time doesn’t hurt its status as favourite either.

After about an hour of sitting and reading you get up, pay, and leave the cafe. Rather than returning home you decide to wander around, taking random lefts and rights and now following a particular path. Eventually, you walk into one of the parks. Unlike earlier, there’s quite a few people walking around, mostly with their dogs. It’s nice to see them so happy. It distracts you from the boring hours you’ve been spending at Scotland Yard. While you don’t mind it too much, it’s a lot less exciting than the work you usually do. Rather than following people and killing them, or speaking with powerful criminals and forge deals, you’re now stuck behind a desk, working for people that don’t seem to really know what they’re doing. A buzz in your pocket pulls you out of your musings. You feel inside your pockets and fish out the correct one of the two you have with you. It’s the phone you use to communicate with Sherlock, Mycroft, Scotland Yard, and basically everyone else that knows you as Charlie. As you’re unlocking it, it buzzes again. Carefully, you read the two texts displayed on your screen. The first one is from Greg, asking you to come to Scotland Yard as soon as possible without stating why. The second is from Mycroft, asking to meet him tonight at 7, with, again, no reason as to why.

A huff escapes you. ‘So much for a day off.’ You mumble to yourself as you get your headphones out of your other pocket, put them in, and start walking. Mere moments after you’d set off to leave the park another buzz interrupts you, this time from your other phone. You grab it but continue walking. “The game is on. -JM” is all the text states, but you know that the boring hours spent at Scotland Yard were over as you hear an explosion in the distance.

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Upon your arrival at Scotland Yard you are greeted by the sight of Sherlock grabbing a ziplock bag from Greg and John telling him to be more considerate. You approach them silently, greeting Greg and John with a nod before looking over Sherlock’s shoulder to see what he’s holding.

It’s a pink phone, similar to the one you’d seen pictures of from a victim that was murdered in the case that John had named “A Study in Pink”. As you look more closely, you see that the phone has an unopened message. Before you can say anything, Sherlock opens it revealing a picture of a pair of trainers in the middle of a room. The floorboards look quite similar to the ones in your Baker Street apartment, though they look to be slightly damp. It’s likely they’re in a basement or attic. You turn back to Greg and John, letting Sherlock reveal what you’d seen mere moments later. ‘It's a picture of a pair of shoes, trainers specifically.’ He turns the phone to face the two men. ‘Quite an old style, we’ll have to discern from when exactly once we pick them up. We have to stop this bomber.’ Greg shoots Sherlock a confused look. ‘Once we pick them up? From where?’

Sherlock had basically dragged everyone out of Scotland Yard to go to Baker Street. It wasn’t entirely surprising to you that Jim had planted them here, yet you had not expected them underneath a latch which led to the basement. Mrs Hudson told you, once you’d found the shoes, that she hadn’t used that basement for over a decade, so she was as surprised as everyone else. Just as Sherlock started deducing the room, he was interrupted by the pink phone ringing. Sherlock picks it up immediately and puts on speaker so everyone in the room can hear.

‘HH- Hello sexy.’ A woman’s voice comes through the speaker. ‘Who is this?’ Sherlock asks before she can really continue. ‘I’ve sent…’ it was quite obvious that the woman was crying, ‘you… a little… puzzle.’ The fear in her voice is palpable and John and Greg look distressed. Sherlock, on the other hand, looks to be as cool as a cucumber. ‘Who’s talking? Why are you crying?’ A moment passes as the sniffs become louder for a moment. ‘I’m not crying. I’m typing…’ another pause, ‘and this stupid bitch is reading it out.’ Sherlock mumbles something about a curtain rising and John asks him what he meant. You’re situated a bit further from them as you don’t want to interrupt or interfere with Jim’s plans. ‘You have twelve hours to solve my puzzle, Sherlock, or I’m going to be so naughty.’ You took several pictures with one of the cameras you’d snagged from work before putting the shoes in a large ziplock and handing it to Sherlock. You weren’t surprised about the dramatics. Besides, Jim just wants Sherlock to show off his skill set. You decided to join the consulting detective and his personal blogger to Saint Barts Hospital, where you would be using the equipment to analyse the shoes. Of course, Sherlock and John hailed a cab to get there before you could even suggest taking the tube. Greg offered to drop you off and you decided to take him up on that offer, especially with him being your superior at Scotland Yard and this being work related.

‘Do you think Sherlock will solve the case?’ You ask Lestrade as he’s driving. ‘Yeah, I trust that he’s able to do it. He kind of has to, with the threat of another bomb going off in the middle of London.’ When you’d gotten back to Baker Street earlier with Sherlock, you’d noticed that the building that used to be across from 221 had basically vanished after an explosion. That had been the first one, and if Sherlock didn’t solve the puzzles set out by Jim you were certain that this “naughty” thing he was planning would be another explosion. ‘You put quite a lot of trust into him.’ You pause and turn slightly so you can see his face when you continue speaking. ‘Hopefully he won’t disappoint then.’ Greg’s eyes turn to look at you briefly. ‘He won’t. I’m sure of it.’ Your face remains neutral as you turn back to face the road ahead of you and he does the same. The rest of the ride was spent chatting about everything and nothing, trying to distract yourselves from what is going on in the world. Greg did not join you in going inside St. Barts, opting to go back to Scotland Yard, stating that he had to arrange so there would be a team ready to get the woman out of wherever she was. You told him you would keep in touch before shutting the car door behind you and swiftly entering the large building.

After asking around for a bit, you are pointed to where you have to be. As you enter the lab, you’re greeted by the view of John trying to get Sherlock’s phone out of Sherlock’s own pocket as the detective sits behind a microscope. ‘Careful.’ The brunette says as John seems to be struggling. When he finally manages he reads the message on the screen. ‘It’s from your brother.’

‘Delete it.’

‘Delete it?’

‘The missile plans are out of the country now, nothing we can do about it.’ John sighs at the detective’s comments. ‘Well Mycroft thinks there is. He texted you eight times. Must be important.’ You try to get a better look at Sherlock’s facial expressions, but he’s obscured by the microscope. ‘Then why didn’t he cancel his dental appointment?’ ‘His what?’ John only looks more confused than before. ‘Mycroft never texts if he can talk.’ Sherlock seems to become only more agitated. ‘Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, got his head smashed in for his pains, end of story. The only mystery in this: why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting?’

You cough and gain their attention. ‘Ah! You’re finally here Charlie.’ You nod and approach and hand the SD card to Sherlock. ‘Hi Charlie, good to see you’re here too. Sherlock, what I’m saying is that we have to try and remember that there’s a woman that might die.’ The detective only huffs and John looks frustrated. ‘What for? This hospital is full of people dying, doctor. Why don’t you cry by their bedsides and see what good it does them?’ Luckily, a beep from one of the machines interrupts their conversation. You walk over to it and tell them that the search is complete. As you turn, a woman you don’t know personally but have read about in Sherlock’s file walks in. ‘Any Luck?’ she asks. ‘Oh yes! Charlie, what does the machine say?’ You read it out to them and Sherlock nods understandingly. As you’re about to introduce yourself to Molly, you’re interrupted once again. ‘Oh sorry!’ The door opens again. ‘I didn’t know…’ ‘Jim, hi! Come in. Come in.’ Everyone’s eyes turn to the man entering and yours widen ever so slightly.

It’s Jim. The Jim you know as a criminal mastermind; dressed as an average, regular guy. ‘Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes.’ Molly’s blushing and you’re convinced that Jim has been pursuing her romantically for some time. ‘Oh!’ He’s very excited about all this. ‘And uhm…’ ‘John Watson, hi’ The doctor says reluctantly. You’re pretty sure she hasn’t spotted you yet, as you’re a few metres away from where the others are standing. ‘Hi! So you’re Sherlock Holmes! Molly’s told me all about you. Are you on one of your cases?’ His voice is so positively cheery it almost scares you. ‘Jim works in I.T. upstairs. That’s how we met. Office romance.’ She looks positively radiant about it all. Sherlock continues to work, but as Jim shuffles past he mumbles something, ‘Gay.’ ‘I’m sorry what?’ Molly sounds confused. ‘Nothing.’ The detective mumbles again. Jim finally manages to shuffle past the detective and “accidentally” bumps into you and knocks a metal dish onto the floor. ‘Oh, sorry.’ Your eyes lock but yours remain as unemotional as they are usually. His, on the other hand, look to be full of glee. He’s enjoying himself thoroughly. You raise an eyebrow before he bends down, picking up the dish and slipping a note into his hand below the dish. ‘Sorry, sorry!’ John shoots a death glare. ‘Well, I’d better be off. I’ll see you at the Fox, about six-ish?’ Molly looks flustered. ‘Yeah.’ she says as she blushes again. ‘Bye… it was nice to meet you.’ It remains silent until John awkwardly says ‘You too.’ followed by a silent mumble in the same vein by you just before the door slams shut behind the short man.

‘What do you mean gay? We’re together.’ Molly says sternly. ‘And domestic bliss must suit you Molly. You’ve put on three pounds since I last saw you.’ ‘Two and a half.’ ‘Three.’

‘It’s unnecessary to comment on her weight, Sherlock.’ Your voice is just loud enough for them to hear. ‘You’ve rediscovered your voice Charlie, how kind for you to join us once again.’ The detective shoots you a pointed look from behind his microscope. ‘I’m not good with people.’ ‘But you are, everyone at Scotland Yard seems to like you.’ You huff. ‘That’s work related, it’s different.’ John supports you, ‘Sherlock, as long as you act within the bounds of what they deem normal you’re fine. Shyness is a lot more easily accepted than how you tend to act around people.’ Molly agrees with the man before continuing to talk about Jim. You conclude that she must be infatuated with him, or at least somewhat. ‘He’s not gay, Sherlock. Why do you have to spoil… he’s not!’ You try to remain neutral and not react to everything the brunette says about your boss. ‘With that level of personal grooming?’ John jumps in again. ‘Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair.’ ‘You wash your hair, there’s a difference.’ You sigh quietly and turn to look at one of the computers that shows the data about the shoes. Jim hadn’t kept you inside the loop in terms of what cases he would give Sherlock to solve. You understand, though, the detective is good at deduction and the less you know, the less there is to give away your real identity and your affiliation to Jim. ‘No no… tinted eyelashes… clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired clubber’s eyes… then his underwear.’ ‘His underwear?’ Molly and John echo. ‘Visible above the waistline. Very visible.’ You’d noticed too. Jim certainly did all this intentionally. While he’s always well-groomed, he usually prefers to dress in a suit, not in some shirt and trousers that show off his underwear. ‘That plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under the dish here.’ That’s what the note was for. Certainly quite bold, but then again, he doesn’t care much for relationships if they don’t benefit him. The use he had for Molly has now passed with him actually meeting the detective in the flesh. ‘I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.’ The woman storms out. ‘Charming.’ You mutter into your coffee that you’d just picked up from one of the desks. ‘Well done.’ John says. ‘Just saving her time. Isn’t that kinder?’ You almost choke at the comment as you were mid-sip. ‘Kinder? No, no. Sherlock. That wasn’t kind.’

The two of them continue bickering as if you aren’t there. You wish you could be more talkative, have more input, but for now, you decide to not interfere too much. Your persona will have to slowly warm up to them and eventually speak more confidently. Silently, you walk to the coffee machine that’s in the common area for the laboratories. As you’re waiting for your cup to be filled with a new brew, Molly walks in looking like she’s been crying. ‘Sorry about Sherlock. Are you alright?’ You ask her and you put a hand on your shoulder. ‘It’s fine,’ she sniffs and wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her lab coat, ‘you can’t help it. He’s just like that sometimes.’ You motion for her to sit down in one of the chairs nearby. ‘Tea?’ You ask her as you move to grab a clean cup from one of the cupboards. She nods and you turn on the kettle.

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Note: Hello! Happy belated new year everyone! Sorry for not updating for so long!! University really had me exhausted 90% of the time so I didn't have much energy to write. Hopefully it'll be better this year!

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r3dlnk · 21 days ago

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Ok so I finally saw muppet's Treasure Island and Christmas Carol recently and I have a half an hour before work ends for real, so here are my thoughts on who I would cast in:

Muppet's Curse of Strahd

Strahd should be played by a human, this one point I refuse to budge on. A shakespearen theatre actor, who will play it with the complete serious sincerity the role requires. His bats are a chorus of muppets, of course, as is his horse. I'm debating on what the brides should be, but I'm leaning towards being either custom muppets or humans as well. In Ravenloft that leaves us with...

Rahadin

I feel like Sam the Eagle could do the required amount of silent judging and brooding. In Treasure Island he has proven he can play an excellent second in command as well. Now this does leave me with a question. Are ALL dusk elves eagles? Should he be wearing elf ears? I'm open to suggestions for Kazimir, as he has continued to elude me. But I do know who Patrina should be.

Patrina

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Going a bit further to Vallaki...

Izek Strazni

They evoke the same fear in me.

Vargas Vallakovich

Fozzie has shown to be very capable of the jolly leader role, I feel like giving that a sinister edge would be such a great growing opportunity for him. Now Lydia and Victor again give me pause. Should they be humans? Should they also be bears?

Fiona Wachter

Oh now SHE has to be human, again, very serious and sinister performance.

Rudolph van Richten

HEAR ME OUT! Why have ONE grumpy old guy, when you could have two? Just imagine the running commentary. That bring us to,

Ezmerelda D'avenir

Again, I feel very confident is casting her as a human. You might say, oh? Shouldn't she be Miss Piggy? But no, I have other plans for her. There is someone very important we have not cast yet.

Tatyana/Ireena

Given the tender heartache she brought to her role in Christmas Charol, I am confident Miss Piggy could play the gentle, loving girl being hunted by the evil lord, and we all know how well she can carry a romane! Once Ireena starts to fight back, her technical skill in hand to hand combat could also shine. Now I mentioned romance, which mean we need a love interest.

Sergei von Zarovich

Kermit's sweet and honest nature would fit Sergei very well. I hear your questions and I have answers.

-But that's too small of a role! The Sun Sword and flashbacks my friend. If 50% of campaigns can do that, so can a movie. We don't worry about canon here. Also maybe Miss Piggy deserves a turn as the star!

-But Strahd isn't a frog? Yes, that's his problem. Also don't divide siblings like that, it's what's inside that counts!

-Would he sing? Brother, they ALL sing. Including Strahd.

Ismark

Again, I feel like this role should go to a human, but I'm not a 100%. I could very easily be convinced otherwise. Of equal importance as the ones before:

Blinsky and Piccolo

Again, no comments required.

I actually don't have any strong feelings on Krezk. If anyone has ideas please add them. What I do have strong feelings about is the structure of the movie. I'm sure you have noticed to absences. I feel like the movie should have a narration similar to Christmas Carol. Now who could do that? A dungeon master? Nah, that's too obvious a choice, for one. The narrator should be...

Madam Eva

If Gonzo could play Charles Dickens they can play Madam Eva, they have the range. Rizzo is an unwilling part of the adventuring party, though he tries to be part of the narration.

As for the party, and this is the second reason I did not just want a regular dm: there is no group of adventurers! Ireena, Ismark, Ezme and Rizzo take on the fight against the count, often guided by Sergei/the Sun Sword. It's time for the NPCs to get a turn!

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