#sherlock x dimmock

[scottishstoner]

D.I Dimmock had a thing for Sherlock CHANGE MY MIND

Fucking “to assist you..I mean” *puppy eyes*

[imaginedilestrade]

Prompt: You and Greg are both in the force, unrequited love situation- oh so you think, you guys have a fight, so you leave the force and get a job in Stockholm- and you don't tell him- carry on the story PLEASE WRITE A GREGXREADER FIC, PLEASE YOUR WRITING TRUMPS EVERYONE ELSES

A/N: Firstly thank you for the request, I hope you like it! And secondly uhhh THANK YOU! 😭❤️ that’s so sweet of you to say that about my writing! It’s made my week so thank you so so so much!

P.s. It’s a tad long (I got carried away)

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You couldn’t help but look behind your shoulder hearing a light laugh echoing around you. You caught yourself smiling, it disappeared before anyone else could notice. You looked down to your gun and loaded it, trying to focus on something else other than the man behind you.

“You okay?”

Your focus vanished.

You turned on the spot to face Greg “Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?”

Greg smiled, you were the only one to ask him how he was feeling “I’m alright. You know the plan of attack?”

“Do you think I’m an amateur?” You teased “Course I know.” He nodded with a small smirk before talking off. You let out a sigh and placed your gun in your holder. You couldn’t help but feel that the feelings you felt for Greg were one sided. You had been crushing on him for years.

You got into position, waiting for the signal to go and as soon it was given, you stealthy manoeuvred around the building in attempts to find the suspect. You caught Greg out of the corner of your eyes and smiled to yourself again.

But you let your guard down and the suspect took advantage of that.

His towering figure knocked you to the ground causing you to whack your head off the concrete.

You looked up and saw him run off until one of the other officers grabbed him and managed to cuff him. You rubbed the spot that hit off the ground, it was warm and wet. You pulled your fingers back and let out a groan seeing the blood on your hand.

“Y/N?” You looked up and saw Anderson “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled as he helped you up “Where’s-” you cut yourself off as your eyes caught onto Greg who was chatting and laughing away with one of the female officers.

“Where’s who?” Anderson asked and you snapped back into reality.

“No one, it doesn’t matter…” You huffed out and held onto your head as you started walking. You cursed yourself for being so stupid, letting him of all people distract you with his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect smile, those stupid perfect things caused you to get hurt in the first place. In more ways than just the cut on your head.

You walked to your car, constantly wiping away the blood that was dripping down the side of your face.

“Hey!” You felt a hand grab on to your wrist “You’re in no fit state to drive home!”

“I’m fine, Greg!” You spoke through gritted teeth and tugged your hand out of his grip.

“Y/N-”

You cut him off “Oh Greg will you just fuck off!” His eyes widened at your sudden outburst “Stop pretending you care about me!” You screamed, capturing everyone’s attention.

“Stop shouting and I’ll take you home!” He snapped.

“Just leave me alone…I can get home myself, you can get back to that young officer you were attempting to chat up earlier.” You walked away from him and got into your car, despite greg calling you back dozens of times.

You didn’t know how you managed to get home in one piece, the blood loss was making you dizzy. You cleaned up your wound and put a plaster over it, luckily it wasn’t as bad as you initially thought. You sat yourself down on the couch and grabbed your laptop. You thought checking over your emails would help clear your mind a little.

Instead-one email in particular- made your mind whirl even more. A friend who had moved to Sweden about a year ago had sent you an email describing her adventures in great detail and attaching photos of where she had visited.

At the end of the email she had wrote; ‘You’re welcome to visit me (and Stockholm) anytime! Hope to see you soon x’

Your fingers twitched over the keyboard, you were about to reply but your fingers took you elsewhere, to various airline sights and hotel sites. Then you found yourself looking at long term rentals, then more permanent homes. The more you looked the more you felt a pull to move. You checked out the website that had information about the police force in Stockholm. It would be fairly simple to get in, you could fast track your application and be accepted within a week.

So you filled out the application form.

—

You had been stuck with DI Dimmock all week which you were half thankful for. At least you hadn’t seen Greg although Dimmock constantly brought up what happened the week prior.

“He just wants to talk to you yanno,” Dimmock told you, again, and you rolled your eyes, again.

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You uttered out and slumped in the seat of the police car you were stuck in with him.

“You’ve always been stubborn,” he laughed “I remember the day you first joined. You argued with the HR department all day, asking them to move your desk because you didn’t want to sit across from Anderson.” Dimmock giggled away in his seat.

“Can you blame me?” You asked raising a brow and before you knew it he had parked up beside your front door “Thanks for the lift home.”

You reached to open the door and grab your bag but froze when he said “See you Monday!”

You turned to him with a fake smile “Sure! See you then.” You grabbed your bag and made sure the letter you had written had intentionally fell out “Bye Dimmock.”

You shut the door over only to open another, your front door. You smiled at the bags that were lying beside it. You wouldn’t see Dimmock on Monday. You’d be in Stockholm.

—

‘I quit.’

After two years Greg was still heartbroken with your two worded letter. He felt like it was his fault you had left. Greg had no idea where you had went, it was as if you had vanished into thin air.

He always regretted how that day had turned out, he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were alright, hug you all night and take care of you until your head was better…he’d even continue to take care of you after you had healed.

But what you said stuck with him; ‘Stop pretending you care about me!’

Greg did care. Couldn’t you tell? He tried his very best to try and let his feelings to be known to you but you were oblivious, and Greg didn’t exactly try his best. Nerves always got the better of him.

Greg sighed and mindlessly played with his pencil that was lying on his desk. That was until Donovan barged in with a panicked expression “Sir! Turn on the news!”

—

You glanced down at your watch and let out a sigh at how long it was taken you to make a simple deposit at the bank. There was only two people in front of you as well.

You feet began to involuntary tap in attempts to pass the time but you jumped when you heard a cashier scream. You sent wide eyed and saw the man in front of you point a gun at the woman.

The man standing in front of you made an attempt to run but the gunman turned around and shot him in front of you eyes “Get down!” He screamed at you, looking clearly distraught at what he was doing and at what he had just did “I said get down!” He pointed the gun at you and it took you a few moments to register the situation you were in. You put your hands up and lay on the ground. The shooter told the woman behind the desk to come out and she did, lying beside you.

“It’s okay,” you tried to soothe the sobbing woman, you knew it wouldn’t be much use but you tried. “What do you want?” You calmly asked the gunman who was pacing anxiously on the tiles “Money?”

“It’s too late for money!” He screamed at you and pressed the gun to your head.

“Okay!” You whispered out, trying to remain calm “Okay what do you want?”

“I lost everything!” He screamed and wiped away a tear with his palm while holding the gun-shakily-in his other hand. “I lost my wife, I lost my child, my home all because this place wouldn’t give me a loan.”

“Okay…” you slowly spoke and held your hands up in defence “I’m sure we can help you.”

“No you can’t!” He roared and you lightly shut your eyes.

“Well I can try but in order for me to try you have to let the woman beside me go…” he raised a brow at your request “There isn’t much point of her being here if I’m the one helping you.” He was about to speak again but was cut off my police sirens. The woman had obviously pressed an alarm. “Let her out now. I can help you. I can talk to the police.” You tried to convince him and you had barely managed to.

He let her go.

Shortly after he was dragging you to a phone, you could see all the police officers outside with guns, some of them your friends and colleagues. You picked up the phone that rang “Hello?” You answered, conscious of the gun being pointed to the back of your neck. You had a conversation with your superintendent “Do not shoot on any account.” You firmly demanded “And why the hell are news crews so close? Tell them to get back! Listen I’ll be-” the gunman cut the line.

“Sit on the floor now.”

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“Can you get a flight so soon?” Donovan asked as Greg ran out of the office.

He saw you on TV with a gun pointed to your head, he wasn’t going to just sit about. It did surprise him to learn where you had been all this time.

“I don’t care if it costs ten grand I’m getting on the next flight!”

—

You pressed your head to the wall as your captor sat across from you with his gun still firmly in his grip.

“What’s your name…?” You softly asked. You received silence “I’ll tell you mine, it’s Y/N.”

“Why are you telling me this?” He sneered.

“Passing the time…” you trailed off and glanced up to the clock. Five hours had dragged in.

“Adrian,” he uttered.

You smiled at him. Not because you learned his name but because an idea popped into your mind. You had studied the infamous 'Stockholm Syndrome’ before. Funny how you had ended up in the same predicament as those people did in the 1970’s. You could do your best to act like you trusted him with your life and maybe then you could convince him to let you go.

“It’s a nice name. I know you mean good by this situation…”

“What makes you say that?” His voice lightened.

You shrugged “You want justice. I admire that.”

You saw him smile to himself. He was beginning to believe that you trusted him.

—

Greg made it to the scene, police officers had to restrain him back before he showed them his badge “I know her!” He said “She’s my-” he cut himself off, not quite sure what you were to him now. He knew what he wanted you to be. He passed through the guards and saw you sitting crossed leg across from your captor…smiling?

He saw your lips move, he was certain you spoke his name.

If he was in there he would have realised that he was right.

“So who was this Greg to you?” Adrian asked.

“He was someone I loved. A part of me still loves him. I don’t think he ever felt the same…” you trailed off with a sad smile and Adrian looked to the floor.

You looked over and saw the dead body that had been lying for almost nine hours now. It was getting dark outside but in the bank the lights were bright and harsh, making your eyes constant squint to adjust to the brightness.

“What will happen if we leave?” Adrian asked in a whisper.

You went wide eyed and sat up a bit straighter “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll make sure you are okay.”

“Okay…” he reached his hand out for you to take, the other still held the gun.

You slowly walked out with him, he was holding you close. Your eyes caught onto a silver haired figure “Greg…?” You whispered out and Adrian heard you.

“That’s him?” He asked and you nodded, barely noticing the hundreds of gunmen around you “He must really love you if he came here.”

You blinked and tore away your gaze from Greg to look at Adrian “I miss my love…” the gunman sadly smiled and attempted to shoot himself but you quickly grabbed onto his whist and twisted it causing him to drop the gun before you tackled him to the ground.

“I can’t let you do that,” your breaths were rugged “I can’t.” Officers came in and arrested Adrian, he let out soft wails as they did. Another officer took you to a ambulance, you had lost sight of Greg in the crowd. You almost thought that you dreamt of him. A twisted hallucination.

“Why do they keep putting a blanket on me ?” You grumbled to yourself and tossed it off your shoulders.

“You’re in shock…” you turned and saw Greg standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Where have I heard that before?” You smirked and looked away.

Greg walked up to you and stood in front of your knees “Why did you just leave so suddenly?”

“Honestly?” You raised your head “Jealously got the better of me…” you whispered.

“That woman on the scene two years ago, the one where you bumped your head….I was asking her a question,” you raised a brow “About you,” your brow raised even further. Greg continued talking “I was asking her for advice on how to ask you out on a date. Everything after that just exploded and happened so quickly and before I knew it you had suddenly disappeared? To Sweden of all places!” He halfheartedly laughed.

“You could have just asked me on a date…maybe then none of this would have happened.” You felt a hand slip into yours, Greg squeezed it gently. You looked up to him with a smile before leaning up to gently kiss him.

You pulled away when you realised he wasn’t kissing you back “Sorry, I didn’t-” you were cut off by lips crashing against yours. You smiled as he placed a hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

“Come back with me,” Greg asked “You’ll get your job back.”

“I’ll come back on one condition,” you whispered.

“Anything,” Greg peppered kisses around your mouth.

You pulled away and bit down on your bottom lip “Take me on a date.”

You both let out a giggle and Greg kissed you again. You took that as a yes.

[bug-catcher-in-viridian-forest]

BBC SHERLOCK

I figured out people on mobile can’t see my pages and so cannot access my bbc sherlock meta, ergo a post.

META

 ► UMQRA

UMQRA = TORCH

UMQRA = TORCH - Just ONE (+ London Spy)

UMQRA = TORCH - See no more (+ Doctor Who)

What would it sound like if “UMQRA” was replaced with “TORCH”?

UMQRA = TORCH = LOVE, substitutions in the dialogue

UMQRA - Masterpost

UMQRA - Ciphers 1/2

UMQRA - Ciphers 2/2

 ► IOU

I O U = 2 + YOU

I O U = IT IS JOHN

I O U - Masterpost

 ► SHORTHAND

Does John Watson take shorthand notes? (+ ACD Canon)

The Foreman’s Shorthand - Masterpost

The Foreman’s Shorthand - Lines: 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, Above the 1st

Was the foreman already under threat in the “Shorthand scene”? Is the foreman a Sherlock fan?

Does “You or Me?” mean “John or James?”

YOU = JOHN and ME = MORIARTY in the dialogue

 ► NUMBERS

57 and 207 as 007

57even Moffat (+ Doctor Who)

57 as a reference to “The Man Who Was Wanted”

57 STARS + 1 JOHN  (+ Doctor Who, + London Spy)

From 57 to 1 (+ London Spy)

Operation 57 (+ Doctor Who)

A 57 in the licence plate

A 57 in a telephone number

57 and inverted 1895 in webpage

A 189- in the dialogue

11 is a pair of 1s

The Other One/Oswin/Osgood and replacing the Other One.

Up to 11

747

125 = ABE

The Other 1058 theory

44 = M

2,11 and 4

178H could be 1780 Herschel

Sonnet 14 and STARS (+ Doctor Who)

197 TPH = 1970, The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes

 ► RELIGIOUS REFERENCES

Jesus had a blogger called John

 ► ACD CANON REFERENCES

XXX as the sign of the three

 ► HIDDEN MEANINGS

Cupid, lions and Omnia Vincit Amor

The Blind Banker: hic sunt leones

Corporal Lyons’ Insignias of Love

The moon is a shark

Who’s who in the Solar System metaphor?

The Moon Lamp and the Sun decoration

Sherlock, his evil twin and the moon magnifying glass

The white bear problem

Hidden Williams in surnames

Hidden Will in The Great Game

WELL I AM = WILLIAM

MISS M(ary) E(lizabeth)?

MAID M(ary) E(lizabeth)

Shooting and missing

Does the violin miss MI?

Miss me? = Kiss me?

A cock ring

Metaphorical trash = Sherlock and John

Red Bird, Ginger Bread, Red Bride and Ruby Bread = Red Beard

Janine = M-Aggie?

Punch de la Lune

I, the Information Point

Cow = Character A and the A Frame

Human red signal

221 Bring It = 221B Ring It

Sherlock’s high on pot (lost link)

BBC LOCKED

What are you, Mikipedia?

Mycroft as a Weeping Angel

 ► EASTER EGGS

Give James Dancing Lessons

Easter eggs in John’s newspaper

Sharl-like pots in Magnussen’s office

Sherlock and John at falls in Doctor Who

YOU + TORCHWOOD easter eggs

 ► GENDER AND SEXUALITY

Sir William Gay

Rainbow letters in the trailer (lost link)

Bi The Way

John leaves a rainbow trail.

Bisexual pride scarf for Watson

Human bi flag

The Bi Ball

Alex & Ajay = A lesbian & A gay

 ► PREDICTIONS

Whodunit tricks, Janine’s reaction to marriage proposal and everyone’s reactions to the “Did you miss me?” video

Is Mary responsible for the “Did you miss me video?”

Lady in Red as The Evil Queen?

Is John is the treasure of the game?

Mary = The Other One - Masterpost

Has Sherlock got a sister called Elizabeth? Is she Mary?

“Miss Me?” as Sherlock’s sister theme

Is Mary responsible for the “Did you miss me video?”

Is Lady Smallwood the Other One’s mother? Or is she Mary’s mother? (lost link)

Did the Other One drown?

Is The Abominable Bride a lot about the Other One?

Mary as the Other One, s4 additions

Mary and the Black Pearl

MISS M(oriarty) E(lizabeth)?

 ► CHARACTERS

Now, Clara. Who’s Clara? (+ Doctor Who)

Sholto and Dimmock as a mirror for John and Sherlock

Why is the bride called Emelia?

Rory Arthur Williams comes from Moriarty and Sherlock

Hey! The flirting villain!

 ► PARALLELS: TALES AND FAIRY TALES

Fairy tales - Masterpost

Sherlock as the White Swan and the Ugly Duckling

Mary and Bonnie as the Black Swans (+ Doctor Who)

Sherlock vs The Swan Princess

Sherlock as Sleeping Beauty

Rosemund Watson as Sleeping Beauty

The Lying Detective as The Sleeping Beauty

Sherlock as Snow White and True Love’s Kiss (+ Once Upon A Time)

Sherlock as Pinocchio

Mary as the Blind Witch

Alice in Wonderland tea cup and Mrs. Hudson as the Mad Hatter

Mycroft as the Little Mermaid

Sherlock and Clara as Jack and the Beanstalk (+ Doctor Who)

Magnussen as Cruella De Vil

Mary As Robin Hood

The Holmeses have sorcerer’s hats

John as Brünnhilde

Episode speculation: The Yellow Trace and The Wonderful Wizard of Oz parallels  

Episode speculation: The Dancing Man and Cinderella parallels

Episode speculation: The Second Star and Peter Pan parallels

The Abominable Bride vs Frozen

Eurus as the Snow Queen

 ► PARALLELS: TV SERIES

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - The Abominable Bride vs The Bitter Suite?

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - The Unaired Pilot vs The Greater Good

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - A Study in Pink vs The Royal Couple of Thieves

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - Series 3 / 4 vs A Cradle of Hope

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - The Abominable Bride vs The Dirty Half Dozen

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - The Six Thatcher vs Maternal Instincts

Sherlock vs Xena: Warrior Princess - Magnussen vs Ming T’ien

Dialogue comparison: high-functioning sociopath

Offensive: an Implication of impropriety (+ Doctor Who)

Dealing with falls = Changing the future = Marriage (+ Doctor Who)

The Lying Detective vs Blink

 ► PARALLELS: MOVIES

Sherlock vs The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes - Emile the husband, Emelia the wife

Sherlock vs Rebecca - His Last Vow vs Rebecca

Sherlock vs The Birds - The Hounds of Baskerville vs The Birds

Sherlock vs The Matrix Trilogy

Sherlock vs Dellamorte Dellamore

Sherlock vs James Bond - A Scandal In Belgravia vs Casino Royale (2006)

His Last Vow vs Un Dollaro Bucato?

 ► PARALLELS: ANIME AND MANGA

Haruhi Suzumiya: a reinterpretation of Sherlock Holmes as a schoolgirl with supernatural powers? (+ ACD canon, + Haruhi Suzumiya)

► PARALLELS: BOOKS

The Naked Sun vs The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes vs A Scandal In Belgravia

 ► LOVE AND SEX TROPES

The phone is a handkerchief

A visual metaphor for a wedding

Cupid in the titles

Visual love triangle

Between My Legs frame

Finishing each other’s sentences

“We” as romantic coding

Sherlock shooting at the Yellow Face as fellatio innuendo

 ► CARD AND BOARD GAMES

A Pen Holder with Spades

Graffiti identification: an Ace of Spades?

 ► COSTUMES

Sherlock’s locks might be inspired by Mr. Darcy’s (+ Pride and Prejudice 1995)

Sherlock likes John in a green coat

How to build a Sherlock

► OTHER S4 MIXED METAS

She = Sherlock

Save John Watson = save your love

Eurus = Trapped Woman in The Elegible Bachelor

The Abominable Bride vs Kill Bill: the Death List

To go

Odd eyes = Pirate eyepatches

YOU = EU(RUS)

John = Yellow Face again

2 heads with AGRA got smashed

Gabrielle Ashdown = Gabrielle Valladon

REFERENCES

Timeline of 57′s mentions in Moffat’s work

GIFSETS

UMQRA = TORCH gifsets: x x x

Gifset: BC Sherlock cameos in My Little Pony: modern version

Gifset: BBC Sherlock cameos in My Little Pony: Victorian version

Sherlock as Snow White and True Love’s Kiss

Sherlock vs The Matrix Trilogy gifsets: x x x x x

Pride flags gifsets: TAB

Gay! I mean… Hey.

Gifset: My wordplay theories

FANVIDEOS

► ALTERNATIVE OPENINGS

Sherlock’s opening remade like Xena: Warrior Princess’

FANART

► POKEMON AU

BBC Sherlcok Modern Pokéverse

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson in The Abominable Gardevoir

[notagarroter]

why do you like dimmock? just interested

I guess because he’s basically a decent person.  He’s very skeptical of Sherlock when he first turns up at the crime scene, as well he should be -- even with Lestrade’s recommendation, Sherlock comes across as a nut and a bully.  But once Sherlock has been shown to be right, Dimmock almost immediately sets aside any pride or ego to work with Sherlock in any way he can.  Not only does he provide them with all the books from van Coon and Lukis’s flats (with no explanation of why Sherlock wants them), he come in and asks, with all humility, if there’s anything he personally can do to help them.

Dimmock walks in and holds up an evidence bag to Sherlock.)DIMMOCK: We found these, at the museum.(He shows the bag to John. It contains the photographs of the cipher which Sherlock had been showing to Soo Lin.)DIMMOCK: Is this your writing?JOHN (taking the bag): Uh, we hoped Soo Lin could decipher it for us. Ta.(Dimmock nods and turns back to Sherlock, who is still unloading his crate.)DIMMOCK: Anything else I can do? To assist you, I mean?SHERLOCK (without looking up): Some silence right now would be marvellous.(x)

Sherlock, typically, blows him off completely, and John is only slightly more gracious.  But it’s their loss, because in fact, Dimmock has just noticed that Soo Lin has translated the cipher for them.  He doesn’t have enough context to know what it means or why it matters, but he has the crucial clue right in his hands, and he *tries* to show it to them.  But Sherlock doesn’t pay attention until Sarah points it out again, many scenes later.

Also, I just like the way the actor handles the character -- I find him believable as a young, fresh-faced up-and-comer, ambitious and straining to prove himself, but also willing to acknowledge when he’s in the presence of a greater talent.  I was happy to see him return (albeit briefly) in S4.

[elizadoolittlethings]

Water Off The Duck’s Back

Scene 5 - Greg returns to his normal routine understanding much more of the Holmes brothers than he had bargained for.

After seeing the detective in his birthday suit for two days, it was odd to watch the man dressed in his purple shirt and trousers, adjusting the collar of his coat. Greg moved forward and approached him from behind, in the pretext of helping him adjust the already perfect collar.

Sherlock concentrated on the feel of the inspector’s chest almost resting on his back, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. Swiftly turning around from the window where he was observing the staff outside, he caught the surprised inspector by the waist and held on.

Greg gave a withering smile uneasy for having almost lost his balance when Sherlock made the deduction. Easing away his tension, the inspector smoothed the detective’s shoulders with a smirk and asked, “Ready?”

“Best if you returned first. To keep my prying brother from gathering information,” Sherlock stated, his hold on Greg’s waist firm, eyes focussed with utmost concentration on the stubbled face that reflected peace and happiness.

“Oh, of course,” Greg weakly nodded, cleared his throat and made to move away.

Realising that Sherlock was not ready to loosen his grip, the inspector looked up into his eyes, that reflected nothing but a depth of darkness. Looking hard, Greg realised he was being assessed and sighed, “I am fine. Don’t bother.”

“Hmm,” was the only response from the detective.

____~____

The drive back to town was trying, but Greg managed without much hassle. Having switched off the phone for the two days of his leave, the battery had died and the car charger kept losing connection with the socket. Not bothering to fix it, Greg drove directly to Scotland Yard, pocketed his phone and took the lift to his office.

“Where were you!?” Sally demanded, following him when he got out of the lift.

Waving her away, Greg continued walking with a spring to his step and smile on his face, that disappeared on seeing the receding hairline that he was most familiar with, through the window of his office. The door was closed, thankfully and Greg swiftly turned around bumping into Sally who was standing right behind him.

“I thought I should warn you,” she said sarcastically, “but, you seemed pre-occupied. So I didn’t bother.” The quirk of her eyebrows said it all.

Without uttering a word he snatched the first file lying on Sally’s desk and left the building.

Scene 6 - Mycroft confronts Greg and is more perplexed by his evasiveness than Greg is by Sherlock’s response.

“Where the Hell have you been!? I need you to help me find Sherlock! He’s been missing for two whole days and my agents have no idea where to look! Has he contacted you? Did you send him on one of your investigations?” Mycroft never approached him when he was at a crime scene. He always summoned him to his office at Parliament Square or his car that would be idling by the curb a few metres away from the site.

Licking his lips that had gone bone-dry, Greg ran through explanations in his head for his conduct, only to process the words uttered by the elder Holmes and sighing with relief he rolled his lower lip between his teeth and lied, “I’ve been busy. Sure he isn’t simply pulling your chain? Did you go to his place and check up on him?”

“Of course I bloody did! Why do you think I am here?!” Mycroft was furious and his umbrella handle took the toll.

“I’ll look into it and let you know by evening. I should really get back,” Greg gave a quick nod towards the crime scene that was taped and breathed deep, eyebrows raised high as if for acknowledgement.

Mycroft gave a grim nod, lips pursed and walked off, umbrella as stiff as his back by his side.

____~____

The relief was short lived. Greg feared that the Government Official was too concerned for his brother to notice the details of Greg’s adventure and would easily put two and two together. What the hell was he thinking!? Such a stupid decision!

He needed to contact Sherlock fast and find a proper way of confronting the issue. No way this could be kept secret from the man who defused terror cells day in day out.

The weak chime from his phone alerted Greg. Removing it from his coat pocket, he noticed the 9 missed calls and several texts from Mycroft’s number. the one he did open was from Sherlock sent a minute ago.

I’m back.

Looking at the phone screen for sometime, Greg finally decided to leave the investigation to Dimmock. Driving within the speed limit he reached the small apartment that Sherlock had rented the previous month within the hour and rushed up the stairs to the third floor.

Panting for breath outside the door, both hands on his knees, mouth open, he shook his head on hearing the voice from inside say, “So eager.”

Scene 7 - Greg accepts the weirdness of his existence with a pinch of salt.

“What’s the plan?” Greg got straight to the point the moment he entered the flat.

“What plan?” Sherlock innocently asked, busying himself with the laptop that was precariously placed on a pile of books.

“You know! To tell Mycroft!” Greg exclaimed, sounding frustrated and exhausted.

“All that work will be for naught if you get frenzied over my brother’s intrusiveness,” the detective parabled, as he typed away.

“What work?” Greg asked cautiously, eyeing the detective continue monitoring the screen calmly.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, pursing his lips, Sherlock merely shrugged his shoulders and raised an eyebrow at Greg.

“You don’t mean ..?” Greg let the question hang between them, a loose thread that he was unwilling to pull.

Sherlock’s head tilted a little more as his chin rose while the corner of his lips dropped as if in “What else?”

Hands still on his hips, Greg was dumbstruck. “It was just to settle a score, wasn’t it?” Greg whispered, closing his eyes in defeat.

The sudden whoosh of hot breath over his lips made him stagger back but warm hands caught him by the elbows. Breathing out heavily Greg let his head fall forward, shoulders drooping, giving up the will to resist. Sherlock moved closer, his chest an offering of rest for the swirling emotions of a hounded soul.

“We cannot,” Greg whispered, “Not anymore.”

“No,” Sherlock responded softly, his even breathing giving the inspector the strength he sorely lacked.

“Then what?” Greg futilely asked.

“We make it as if you were simply an experiment, nothing more, if ever he finds out. Which, I assure you, he will not,” Sherlock added emphatically bit softly.

“How can you be so sure?” Greg sounded doubtful.

“I disabled all his listening devices before texting you,” Sherlock countered.

“What?!” Greg’s head flew up, face astonished, looking at the smiling face of the detective with absolute anger.

Scene 8 - The final episode in the one time adventure of the inspector from Scotland Yard.

“I assume he has been clean for the past month, Inspector?” Mycroft asked loftily, seated behind his desk, typing away on his laptop.

“Yes. There has been no incidences,” Greg confirmed. Minimising words was the best way to avoid blunders, he had realised.

“Is his quarters good enough? What do you think? You’ve been spending quite a lot of time there, I hear,” Mycroft briefly looked up at the inspector at the last line and scrutinised the man like a hawk eyeing it’s prey from afar.

Clearing his throat Greg shrugged and gave a brief nod.

“Keep him occupied, will you. That’s the only way to wean him of his drug habit,” Mycroft added with a scoff and returned his attention to the screen.

“Of course, I will,” Greg replied with relief and moved towards the door with speed. As his hand reached the door knob, the voice from behind rumbled, “Next time you decide to get lost on a vacation do inform me beforehand.”

Gripping the door handle with all his might, Greg mumbled a “Hm,” and walked out heart pounding. Resting his back on the closed door, he took a deep breath while coming to a decision.

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“What are you playing at?” Greg sounded annoyed. He was sitting on the only sofa in the room while Sherlock was busy climbing the shelves and searching for bugs. Annoyed at the interruption the detective shushed him and continued for almost a quarter of an hour. “For a man who barely moves his ass to clean this room, you have the energy of squirrel when it comes to hunting bugs!” Greg couldn’t help exclaim.

“Found it!” Sherlock smiled gleefully as he pulled out the hidden camera from inside the skull’s eye socket and dismantled it.

Shaking his head, Greg started to rise. He had been there for about an hour to discuss a case that was baffling them. Each time Greg got distracted from the case and veered the topic to his meeting with the elder brother, Sherlock shot him a strange look and gave him a few useful hints on the case.

Greg was a man with simple ideas about life. Enjoy the work, love life, everything else will fall in it’s place. The Holmes brothers on the other hand loved to complicate matters. The one thing that they taught him was to be silent and observe when in doubt. That’s the best way to learn of the other’s lapses.

Having gotten enough information on the case, he decided it was time to leave. But, Sherlock seemed to have other plans. He was hovering over him, studying him like a bird of prey, first with one eye, then the other. The similarity of the brothers was oddly unsettling.

“You’ve been sleeping well,” Sherlock stated.

“I have,” Greg replied, his head bobbing. hands in pockets.

“No nightmares,” Sherlock observed.

“No,” Greg shook his head, biting his lower lip.

“Good night, Inspector,” Sherlock wished him and was on the other side of the room looking out the window before Greg raised his head.

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i know, milking a (?) dried cow? well, with not net connection, i simply let my mind wander!

links to previous posts 1 [x], 2 [x], 3 [x], 4 [x]

[thepokyone]

Sherlock and the Green-Eyed Monster

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader (ft. Lestrade and Dimmock)

Content/Warnings: Fluff; Slight angst

Words: 827

A/N: So I just got slammed with homework which is why I only have this fic for you all today - a request from @ayrajb for 71, 79, and 87 with Sherlock. I hope you guys enjoy!

Spooky requests are OPEN!

Sherlock was watching the interaction between you and Dimmock with furrowed brows, completely ignoring whatever Lestrade was saying in favor of trying to figure out what you were saying. It almost looked like you were giving Dimmock the smile you usually reserved for him. And Sherlock didn’t like it - not one bit - and had half a mind to go out and capture your attention so that it was back on him.

“Sherlock? Sherlock!” Lestrade exclaimed, finally getting the detective’s attention. “What’s got you so distracted? You’re usually very eager to tell me exactly why I’m wrong.”

“Oh, I still am, detective inspector,” Sherlock hummed. “My concentration is just currently elsewhere.”

Sherlock believed that Dimmock’s hand had been lingering much to long on your arm. Lestrade followed his gaze, before chuckling. “What, you’re worried about Y/N and Dimmock? Believe me Sherlock, you are twice the man he is.”

“Unless Y/N wants someone more normal,” Sherlock murmured. “I’ve been told I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”

Lestrade sighed. “Come now, Sherlock. You can be a little difficult, sure, but I’ve seen the way Y/N looks at you. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m going out there,” Sherlock said, striding out of Lestrade’s office towards you and Dimmock. The detective had seen quite enough, between your flirty smiles and Dimmock’s lingering touches, and was determined to go over there and find out what was going on.

“Hey Sherl,” You greeted your boyfriend with a vibrant smile, face falling into confusion as you saw his stony expression. “You alright?”

“Fine,” Sherlock practically spat. “Excuse me Dimmock, but I need to talk to my girlfriend for a moment.”

Suddenly everything clicked into place, and you knew exactly why Sherlock was so grumpy. You raised your eyebrows at him as he dragged you into an empty office. He didn’t give you a chance to speak. “What’s going on between you and Dimmock? You don’t smile at just anyone like that, only at me, actually, so it seems pretty obvious what’s happening here. If you like Dimmock so much, you could have at least told me, instead of leading me on. Go be with him, if he makes you so happy!”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the desk with an increasingly unimpressed expression. “Sherlock, are you jealous?” You knew full well the answer to that question, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes!” He snapped. “Yes, of course I’m jealous, when I see my girlfriend flirting with another man!”

“I wasn’t flirting with him, Sherl,” You said patiently. “In fact, he was asking the best way to ask out the girl he likes.”

“The girl he likes being you,” Sherlock said flatly.

“I don’t like him like that, Sherlock!” You exclaimed. “I love you, why would I be flirting with anyone else?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, why do people do anything?”

“Oh my gosh, Sherlock, just…” You groaned, deciding that actions were better than words when you pulled him down by the collars of his coat to kiss him. His hands went up to cup your face, lips kissing you hungrily as if searching for reassurance. After several long moments he pulled away, forehead leaned against yours as his hands dropped to wrap around your waist in a loose hug.

He let out a soft sigh. “Sorry for doubting you.”

“We all have our moments,” You said, staying in his embrace a few moments more before stepping away as he released you. “Now, don’t we have a case to solve?”

“Yes, right,” Sherlock nodded, clapping his hands together. “I think I know who did it already, but it is fun to see the Yard chase their tails…”

“Sherlock…” You said scoldingly.

“Oh fine, fine,” He huffed as the two of you left. You felt Lestrade’s eyes on the pair of you, the man’s expression amused as you met the detective inspector’s gaze. At least you were able to sort out the whole jealously thing, or at least you thought you had; however you caught Sherlock talking lowly with Dimmock later and wondered if your boyfriend would need additional reassurance of your love for him.

“Touch her,” He was saying, “and I end you.”

“C’mon Sherl, before we’re late meeting John and Mary for dinner!” You called for him, and he swiftly went after you. “I thought I had reassured you that I wasn’t interested in Dimmock?”

“Yes, but he had not stated that he wasn’t interested in you,” Sherlock said. “I was just ensuring that he and I were on the same page.”

You giggled, shaking your head as Sherlock called a cab. “Right.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that at all,” You said, stifling a grin. “Try not to scare the poor man too much, though.”

“Yes, well…” He pursed his lips. “It may be a little late for that.”

You laughed. “Sherlock!”

[thesokoviaimagines]

Can I request prompt 17 with John Watson (Sherlock) where Sherlock asks you to put yourself in danger for his case and It goes wrong so John and Sherlock have to rescue you?? thank you xxxx

Of course!!  I hope you like it

Fandom: Sherlock

Ship: Reader x John Watson

Word Count: 1325

Warnings: General violence, and guns!

You’d known Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for quitesome time now.  You were formallyacquainted when you were almost done with your internship at ScotlandYard—there’d been a case neither Lestrade nor Dimmock could figure out, and sothey’d called in the dynamic duo.  Thebeginning to your friendship had been rather rocky, on account of Sherlockacting like, well, Sherlock, but John had assured you that it was just how hewas sometimes, and don’t take it personally. So you didn’t.  In fact, you keptcoming back for more, and John let you, much to Sherlock’s dismay.

After a month or so, Sherlock’s dismay turned intorespect.  You’d only been an intern atthe Yard, but you were able to spot things that others in the forcecouldn’t.  Sherlock rather liked thisabout you, and John was glad that you were coming around more and moreoften.  You didn’t mind too much,either—in fact, you liked spending your down time at 221B with a good cup oftea and talking about everything and nothing with a certain army doctor.  

And that was what you were doing right now.  It was raining out, and you and John werehuddled over some tea, talking about that new coffee shop that just opened onChiltern Street.  “You know, y/n, weshould go there sometime—see if it’s all that it’s cracked up to be.”

“You really think you can pencil me in between your joband Sherlock?”  You teased, knowing justhow busy it was getting now that it was flu shot season.

“Well, of course, yeah. I was actually hoping it could be a date?”

You sat there, stunned, a small grin appearing on yourface.  You couldn’t remember the lasttime you were so excited, the last time your heart beat that quickly.  “Really?”

Sherlock’s voice could be heard from the kitchen.  “For God’s sake, just say yes already.”

His interjection embarrassed you both to silence untilJohn spoke up once more.  “How aboutSaturday, at ten o’ clock?”

“That sounds good, yeah.”  Your watch beeped, alerting you to beginleaving for the tube.  You had to meet upwith Lestrade for a follow-up interview after your internship, and you didn’tdare be late for that.  So you wrappedthings up with John, being sure to hug him before you departed, and waved atSherlock on your way out.  

It wasn’t until you’d walked a full block that youheard somebody shouting your name, and it wasn’t John.  “Glad I caught you,” Sherlock began.  “I need you. This Friday night.”  

“What’s this Friday?”

He shrugged.  “Justan undercover job, if you’re up for it. Which you are, I can tell.  I couldn’t askJohn.  He’ll be too busy prepping for hisdate with you.”

“Who’s the target?”

“An American mobster. It’ll be quick—in and out.  I justneed you to get close to him and observe him. If you talk to him, try to get any information from him about why he’sin London.”

“Sure, yeah, okay. I’ll do it,” you agreed.  “Whenand where?”

“Seven at night at Dirty Martini.  I’ll text you.  I told John I was going to get milk.  Don’t let him know I asked you to do this,okay?”

It was your turn to shrug this time.  “Okay. Besides, what could go wrong?”

 As it would turn out, quite a lot could go wrong.  You’d found the mobster and chatted him up,trying to figure out why he was visiting London.  But it wasn’t until your martini had loosenedyour tongue that he found out your true intentions.  And so he showed you the gun he had stashedaway in his pocket, and walked you outside, keeping a tight hand on yourshoulder and hailing a cab.  

Climbing into the cab and sitting down next to him, allyou could do was hope that Sherlock got your lack of message.  You’d promised to text him once an hour untilyou got home, and now, coming up on the next hour, you were sure to miss themark.  Which meant that he’d look foryou, which meant that you’d get out alive—most likely.  You hoped. Even your internship had nothing of this kind of sort.  Mostly you had done paperwork and shadowedLestrade, having not actually been allowed to take part in any dangerous investigations.  

But you’d gotten greedy with Sherlock and his cases,and now, sitting in this cab, you had time to atone.  

Your body shook as it filtered out the alcohol fromyour system—which is what you told yourself. It was better you believed that than being afraid.

At your destination, wherever that was, you were ledinto a dark warehouse, sat down in a chair, and tied up.  You had had physical training, but from yourtheoretical training, you knew that it was better to stay calm and do what youwere told, especially when your assailant had a gun and you had only yourfists.  Fighting would get you killed ina situation like this.  Waiting could getyou saved.  You knew this from yourtraining, trusted Sherlock and John.  Butstill, you were afraid.  You couldn’tremember the last time you were sick with terror.  

After an hour, then another, and then another, and thenmany many more, your favorite dynamic duo still hadn’t come to yourrescue.  The mobster was pacing back andforth.  You could be dead by themorning.  And worse, you could miss yourcoffee date with the most handsome doctor in England.  And then, curiosity got the best of you.  One question—the question all captives asked:“What are you going to do with me?”—warranted a warning bullet just two feet to theleft of you, leaving you screaming and your ear ringing.  This man was a hard talker five hours ago,and he was a hard talker now.

Everything after that happened in a rush—doors burstopen, a shot left the mobster falling to the floor and clutching his leg, thesound of handcuffs.  A pair of handsuntied the rope around your limbs, and you felt yourself being hoisted up;something you gladly accepted, given how weak your legs felt.  

“Y/n, y’n.”  Avoice called out to you, forcing you to focus on who was helping you tostand.  The person before your eyes beganto unblur, revealing themselves to be John.

“Oh, thank god,” you sighed, standing up on yourtoes, regaining your balance.  He reciprocated, bending over to makeup for the height difference.  Notwanting to waste any more time, you firmly planted a kiss on his mouth.

When he pulled away, he had only one thing to saybefore kissing you again.  “I was soworried.”  

His sweater smelled of coffee, reminding you that you’dhad no idea how long you were in the warehouse. Certainly, it couldn’t have been more than a few hours.  “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.  I’djust gotten us coffee when Sherlock ran in and said he’d found you.  I didn’t even know you were missing.”

You let out a small laugh, feeling safe enough to risksome optimism.  “Well, it wasn’t exactlypart of the plan.  When you asked me out,this wasn’t what I had in mind, exactly.” The world seemed to slow between you and John Watson.  Lestrade and his team were taking photos,placing the mobster in a police car, Sherlock was pestering Donovan andAnderson, and the cold of the warehouse melted away now that you were in John’sarms looking up at him.  “I hope we canstill go out for coffee.”

“After this?  Wecan go get anything you’d like.”  To that,John leaned down once more to give you a kiss. “Maybe not American food, though.”

“No,” you agreed with him, raising yourself onto yourtoes.  “Definitely not.  And not martinis, either.”

[ebaeschnbliah]

SPINNING  THE  PLATES

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Some musings on the short cases at the beginning of TST

Had no idea how interesting and amusing it would be to take a closer look at them. Each one is a little treasure on its own.  

Dusty Death _______________________________________

I won’t name the client out of respect but she came to us because of her late husband. His body was recovered from the sea near Falmouth ...

FEMALE CLIENT: He drowned, Mr Holmes. That’s what we thought but when they opened up his lungs ... sand.

SHERLOCK: Superficial.

Drowned? What immediately comes to mind when I hear that word is ... Carl Powers, Redbeard, Victor, John. But also Sherlock himself. Ajay pushes him under water in TST. Jim wants 'to go over the fall' together with Sherlock. There is the maths professor who got pushed over a waterfall in TAB. 'Deep Waters .... all your life, Sherlock' .... indeed.   (On drowning and suffocating)

The question though is .... what does Sherlock mean by 'superficial'?  The water or the sand? Maybe both? Did that man die for some other reason?

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The other cases are under the cut .....

Wrong Thumb _____________________________________

Mr Hatherley came straight round to Baker Street in a terrible state. He was white as a sheet and bleeding from an awful wound in his hand. Exactly how he came by this wound was at first confusing  ...

SHERLOCK: Come back! It’s the wrong thumb!

'By the pricking of my thumbs?'  What a mysterious case! How does one lose a thumb which doesn't even belong to oneself? Indeed, confusing ....

One more thumb for poor Mrs. Hudson to find in the fridge?

And then there is Sherlock's website ... The Science of Deduction. Quite an interesting change has been made from PILOT to ASIP.

JOHN: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb.  (ASIP)

JOHN: You said you could identify a software designer by his tie and – what was it? – a retired plumber by his left hand.  (PILOT)

Why has the 'retired plumber' in PILOT been replaced by an 'airline pilot' in ASIP I wonder? Why change such an unimportant little bit of text at all? What difference does it make? A tie and a left thumb .....

And an airline pilot .... hm .... maybe it comes in handy someday to identify 'the one in the cockpit' correctly by his thumb?  Maybe such a thumb makes the difference between 'flying' and 'driving' ... between 'pilot' and 'driver'.  :)))

The Duplicate Man _________________________________

How could Dennis Parkinson be in two places at the same time? And murdered in one of them?

JOHN: Sherlock ... SHERLOCK: It’s never twins.

How can someone accomplish something like this without being twins? Well .... I assume one can die inside a Mind-Palace and be quite alive in 'reality'. Or the other way round? But I would really prefer the first variation.

The Circus Torso ___________________________________

A limbless body found decomposing inside a trunk in left luggage office in Waterloo Station couldn’t be identified...

The Canary Trainer

Andrew Wilson was an unusual man with an unusual hobby. He seemed to have no Connection with the man whose life was so abruptly ended one freezing night in November...

SHERLOCK: Hopkins, arrest Wilson. Dimmock, look in the lymph nodes. You may have nothing but a limbless torso but there’ll still be traces of ink left in the lymph nodes under the armpits. If your mystery corpse had tattoos, the signs’ll be there.

HOPKINS: So he’s the killer? The canary trainer? SHERLOCK: ’Course he’s the killer.

Oh, this is really a very nice case. A twin case one might say. :)  A 'circus torso' and a 'canary trainer' .... well, well ....

Canariy birds ... they are lovely song birds, native to the Azores, Madeira and the Canary Islands. Spanish sailors brought them to Spain and England. Soon they became the birds of kings and queens. Monks breeded them but sold only males ... because only males sing. Thus they could keep the birds in short supply, which drove the price up. For some time only very rich people could afford canaries. But then other countries obtained females as well and soon canaries became one of the most popular domestic birds. Canaries are available in several colors but the most common one is ..... yellow.

The picture of the woman in the wheelchair is from 'The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes. In that movie canaries play a role as well.

'Yellow' combined with 'circus'?  What about 'Yellow Dragon Circus'?

Sherlock the 'dragon slayer' .... will he have to fight 'M the Yellow Dragon`? The mysterious 'circus director'? The one who shot General Shan? The secret puppet master behind the curtains? Unfortunately there are a lot of Ms involved in this story. Who might the the right one be?

And of course there's a double connection to 'Yellow Face':

ACD - Norbury .... Sherlock suspects the case to be very 'sinister' and then it turns out it's all about love. Not the slightes bit of crime involved at all. (X)

Sherlock BBC Norbury - Vivian Norbury the one who betrayed everyone. Fake AMO. Selling secrets to earn money. (X)

The 'limbless body' ... the 'circus torso'? That reminds me of another body with missing legs:

HOLMES: That’s the trouble with dismembered country squires – they’re notoriously difficult to schedule.

BILLY: Did you catch a murderer, Mr Holmes? HOLMES: Caught the murderer; still looking for the legs. Think we’ll call it a draw.

Found in a 'trunk':  A little word game again? Because 'trunk' has different meanings. It can be a chest or a case ... a suitcase maybe? A pink one? Or even the boot of a car?   (It can also be the nose of an elephant ... :)

And finally .... the missing tattoo! 

The secret tatto Sherlock deduces about Mary in TEH is one of the few things he doesn't share with Mary (X). Not yet at least. But I wouldn't be surprised at all if it turns out that Sherlock has such a secret tattoo as well. :)  Like the appendix scar ....    

The Cardiac Arrest _________________________________

Joel Fentiman was found strangled in the bedsit he shared with his brother. They had always got on well and there was no sign that this situation had changed...

SHERLOCK: The heart medication you are taking is known to cause bouts of amnesia.

Mr FENTIMAN: Yes, um ... I think so. Why? SHERLOCK: Because the fingerprints on your brother’s neck are your own.

Amnesia? Hm .... maybe Mr. Fentiman's brother doesn't 'opt to remember'? Could the medication he takes be related to TD12? Ignorance is bliss?

Killing a sibling? Mr. Fentiman isn't the only one in this show who did this. Zhi Zhu the 'spider' .... Soo Lin's brother Liang shot his sister because she refused to work with him. Because she ended their surely close relationship. They were orphans after all. And this leads directly back to the Yellow Dragon Circus.

The Jellyfish

... we could never have known there was a potential assassin lurking close by. An assassin who turned out to be...

JOHN: A jellyfish?! SHERLOCK: I know. JOHN: You can’t arrest a jellyfish! SHERLOCK: Well, you could try. JOHN: We did try.

Assassin? Lot's of a assassins in this story.

the one who shoots General Shan in TBB

the Golem in T'GG

the mysterious snipers at the pool in TGG

the four assassins Mycroft points out to John in TRF

the assassin(s) who shoots two of the assassins in TRF

the three snipers Jim mentions

Mary and the four AGRA agents ... Ajay, Alex and Gabriel

Yellyfish? Aequoria Victoria provids the GFP gene which made Bluebell the rabbit glow in the dark. (THOB)

A lot of jellyfish are involved in TST. They can be spotted actually behind everyone. Here a nice jellyfish meta by @devoursjohnlock

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That's it. That's everything that comes to mind when I think about this short cases at the beginning of TST.

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

August, 2017

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[nightingveilxo]

War Games & Strategy: The Johnlock Unit

ASiP

TBB - John is borrowing/mistaken for Sherlock twice, due to the theatre ticket reservation, and the contents of his wallet surrounding the case/PIN card (which uses Sherlock’s first name in the PIN).

Speaking to Dimmock...

When John is mistaken for Sherlock, in a setting made to look like The Third Man (a film about black market racketeering).

TGG - With just a shared look, Sherlock and John agree to die together in order to bring down Moriarty.

ASiB - A piece that was edited out of the Battersea scene had John and Irene laughing about their joint adoration over Sherlock, and Sherlock smiling to himself when he turns to play the violin, because he knows how John feels about him. Irene is alive...

TRF

Reflections of each...

But then...

Sherlock and John go in to speak with Claudette. She starts screaming, Sherlock is ushered out, but she’s still pointing in the direction where he was standing--or where John is. (Also, she’s seven, roughly the age Sherlock would have been when Eurus was put into Sherrinford.)

Change of strategy is in order.

MHR

But remember, the MHR video was done during TRF, before the strategy change. Then, it comes back in T6T, when Sherlock speaks to Ella (using the recurring dream inspired by Granada.)

TEH

Well, that didn’t work, so Mummy and Daddy (who are possibly already dead, but look like us, will have to do.)

TSoT - Stag Night, after listing all the things that should have Sherlock realize he’s himself, he does this...

Then Tessa comes in and asks...

And John points at the post-it SHERLOCK HOLMES on Sherlock’s head, not at Sherlock. (Mofftiss: We have a post-it note about S5. We know they have one about John and an alibi.)

Tessa: You all right?

*She’s asking John*

John: Hmm?  Yeah.  He’s clueing.

Tessa: What? *Tessa is so confused by his reply*

John: He’s … hmm? He’s clueing for looks. (Sherlock passes out, but somehow maintains knowledge of events…)

Sherlock : John Watson, you keep me right. (I’ll say your name, in case you forget who you are or I do.)

HLV - “We decide...”

Sherlock and John still aren’t officially together though, so more strategic separation needs to be done.

TAB

TLD

Sherlock: Who’s this one? Is this a new person? I’m against new people. (Being in John’s brain or projecting the ideas of what his brain does.)

Therapist: Excuse me for a moment.

John: She’s my therapist.

Sherlock: Awesome! D’you do block bookings? (There’s always two of us, even if one of us is projecting into the other or working as them.)

John: How did you know? *Sherlock wakes up*

John: How?  On Monday I decided to get a new therapist.  Tuesday afternoon, I chose her. Wednesday morning I booked today’s session.  Now, today is Friday.  So two weeks ago – two weeks before you were abducted at gunpoint and brought here against your will … over a week before I even thought of coming here, you knew exactly where you’d need to be picked up for lunch?

Sherlock: Really?  I correctly anticipated the responses of people I know well to scenarios I devised?  Can’t everyone do that?

If Sherlock correctly anticipated the location two weeks ago, then how does he not already know she’s the therapist? It only works, if it’s in John’s brain. OR

In S4 of Sherlock, Mary has been in and out, and we’re still not sure how much of her being present is a product of John’s imagination. If Sherlock is also a product of John’s mind, then this scene makes more sense. “Who’s this one?” Are we doing a group thing again now, and are there more of us, so we need a block? OR

Sherlock is projecting what he believes John would see, do, write, etc possibly since MHR. Or we’re still in TRF.

EMP/Unreliable Narrator/Alibi/Editing All Give Sherlock His Audience ( x ) (Part II of Justifying John Watson)

Justifying John Watson/Johnlock as a Player in the Drama ( x )

A Happy Ending or Mycroft Has Been An Idiot ( x )

Sherlock and John Became a Couple in TLD ( x ) Part I

Sherlock Became Captain Watson’s Soldier in S4 ( x ) Part II

Pressure Points That Make No Sense ( x )

Sherlock and John Become a Unit/Couple in TLD (Or it’s their memory of doing so—TD12?) ( x )

Stories Making TEH Unreliable ( x )

More Internal Editing in S4 ( x )

In T6T, Sherlock Becomes Left-Handed and John Becomes Right-Handed, But Only When Lestrade is Present ( x )

Stag Night Results in Culverton’s Hospital and the Morgue Scene ( x )

This meta is part of a set helping me make more sense of the most messed up meta I ever wrote. Read at your own risk. I put a few pieces below, to give you an idea of the content.

Cursed idea...

With the Torchwood Easter eggs and dialogue from V for Vendetta (and Kennedy).

Escape...like Sherlock did after the deleted Magnussen scene in HLV, and Eurus did in TFP.

Doctor and Ida use the lift cable to explore the pit, although the Doctor finds nothing but darkness far below. He then chooses to detach himself and fall, landing at the bottom thanks to an air cushion and finds that he can breathe. Finding cave paintings depicting the Beast’s final battle and imprisonment, the Doctor discovers two jars on pedestals a few feet from each other as their light reveals the physical form of the Beast. The Doctor quickly deduces from the unintelligible grunts coming from the Beast that its consciousness has already escaped and that Krop Tor was designed as the perfect prison for the Beast: its jailers devised the jars as a failsafe, since their destruction would cause the planet to plunge into the black hole with the body of the Beast destroyed, and the mind killed in the process. Although the Doctor realizes he must also sacrifice Rose and the others to destroy the Beast, he smashes the jars anyway on faith in his companion.

Without a Clue

Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character created by Dr. John Watson (Ben Kingsley) as the central character in a series of short stories published in Strand Magazine. Watson uses the character to enable him to solve crimes incognito, so as not to disrupt his career as a doctor during a period when he was applying for a post at an exclusive hospital, one in which the senior staff would frown on Watson’s “hobby.” Although he doesn’t secure the job, Watson decides to satisfy public demand to see Holmes in person by hiring unemployed actor Reginald Kincaid (Michael Caine) to play the part of the fictional detective.

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Related meta...

Time Is a Leveller & We Get Six Napoleons ( x )

Magnussen’s MP is Mycroft’s Home Theatre ( x )

The TRF Tea Set is the East Wind ( x )

Ajay in a Memory of Nuclear Codes ( x )

Eurus in Mycroft’s Home Movie Transition ( x )

The 10 Minutes in TFP Are the 10 Minutes in Danger Night ASiB ( x )

Romantic Entanglement Quantum Theory & Watson Being Patient ( x )

Hell in Sherlock ( x )

Film, Lit, and TV References Meta Master Post ( x ) (due for an update)

[awkward-patats-blog]

The Case (Sherlock x OC)

A/N: I really dunno what to do with my life so I did this. THIS IS MY FIRST FAN FIC BE AS HARSH AS YOU CAN IF YOU PLAN TO READ THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO IMPROVE LIKE OTHER SENPAI’S HERE IN TUMBLR HAHA.

Word count: 2,200

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“Ahhh,” I sighed as I felt the hot water run through my body relaxing my tense muscles. I’m glad that this undercover mission is over and done with. Took me 5 years but hell, at last I could wash myself with crystal clear water and not some random pond water with God knows what creature living in there. That’s probably the driving force that pushed me through this mission. As I scrubbed all the mud, leaves, dried blood and dust off my body, the pilot’s voice boomed throughout the plane announcing that we will be landing in 5 minutes. I gave and exasperated sigh and finished up.

I put on a white blouse with matching black pencil skirt and tied my hair into a messy bun with a black ponytail. That ought to do it. It’s not l`ike I’m meeting the queen anyway, I might wear pajamas then. I sat down as we landed and put on my coat as fast as I could when we touched ground, too excited to get out and smell the London air that I haven’t got into my lungs in the last 5 years. God I missed it.

London has always been very aesthetic even when you don’t want it to be. Its sophisticated aura can do miracles to someone who has a completely immoral character. While the people are cosmopolitan, most of them are, how you say, psychotic.

Well, I know one is.

“Look at you!” Lestrade placed his hand on his hips as he looked at me from head to toe. “You’ve grown since the last time I saw you!” He beamed and took the luggage I’d been carrying. “Well you haven’t, uncle.” I chuckled as we got into a taxi. Greg Lestrade was my legal guardian. He wasn’t really a father to me but he was as close as any father I could have got. Maybe it was his age that made him close enough as a father for me, but he was someone I could rely on.

“Was it boring?” I asked munching on the chocolates that he gave me, “Me being gone?” He laughed shaking his head then nodded. “A lil’, not much though. Especially Dimmock, he wouldn’t shut up on asking me how you were, where you were and when were you coming back.” That must have been quite the annoyance. I smiled at him apologetically. Can’t help it if I’m hot, can’t I?

“But it’s fine. It’s good that there was a man waiting for you here besides me and Mycroft. Not to mention someone who likes you in a romantic way.” He pinched my waist. I glared at him playfully. “As much as the thought of having a romantic relationship with someone bothered me to the point that talking about it here makes me want to throw myself out the window just to avoid it, one more reason is that I consider myself married to my work. And you should know that best of all, having to raise me.” I pinched his shoulders so hard it made him yell a little loud in pain which made me laugh. The moment I fall in love with someone is the moment I lose. That is a quote I held on to for the last couple of years when people started telling me that I should have a boyfriend. But the thought didn’t seem pleasing at the time, maybe because I haven’t met someone yet or maybe because I just really have no time for that.

We arrived in Uncle’s flat in less than 15 minutes. The cabbie helped us with my luggage earning him a big tip. He smiled and went on his way. “Well then, until you can find a flat of your own, consider this your temporary home.” I flopped myself in his sofa and snuggled its pillows. The last time I ever did this is when I was 15 years old, before I was to be trained to be whatever the British government needed. I never had the chance to come back here to visit in 13 years, but Uncle did twice a year for thanksgiving and my birthday.

We chatted once again, now with the topic concerning a recent case he was solving. He was nowhere near into having a concrete lead but he was on to something, that’s for sure. There were all done by one person. It’s murder. A few minutes as we talked, his phone rang. Obviously enough, from the look on his face that it was work. “It’s okay!” I pushed him out the door. “I’ll be fine!” He was heavy. “Don’t burn my flat understood?” He teased. I rolled my eyeballs, gave another hard push and once he was out, I closed the door shut. I looked at the clock and waited for another 15 minutes before going off myself. I wanted to buy some of my favorite tea and bread in order to stay relaxed and tamed. I don’t want to lash out when my uncle could come up to his flat at any moment.

The ride to the market was short, but the ride back home feels like an eternity. The traffic was too much and I was starting to get bored. I turned my head to the window, looking over to the people who were walking alongside the road. I made up this game in my head and tried to know how each one of them will die with the mere information of what they look like and other evidences I might deduct. Probably not the best game to play with others but I enjoy it. I observed 3 people who might die due to a heart attack, 2 probably of ulcer and 1 of lung cancer. The game became boring so I decided to look at my driver. Clothes recently laundered but the others that he is wearing looks about 2 or 3 years old, he is at least 50 plus years old, fidgeting hands, cold blue eyes, shaving foam in left ear means he probably lives alone because no one pointed that out. What caught my eyes though is the photo up front, Children, but the left part was torn. Mother. Not dead I’m sure or she will still be there. Sentiment. She left him with the kids. Poor guy.

“Lovely.” I said looking at the photo. “What is?” asked the driver looking at me by the rear-view mirror. “The photo,” I gestured still looking at it, “lovely looking kids. I won’t be mistaken if they are yours, now wouldn’t I?” He twitched once again, perhaps I hit a nerve. “I will shut up if you don’t want to talk about that sir,” I leaned back in the seat but he shook his head. “No, no, not at all. It’s nice to have a talker once in a while.” He chuckled, and so did I. “Yes, they are my children. Delightful, aren’t they?” He looked at me and smiled. “They keep me going, and sane.” He looked back on the road. “Yes, family does keep us sane, don’t they?” I continued to observe his actions. He was still twitching at times, looking nervous, but at the same time, confident.

For a moment, the cab stopped at the end of a street. My eyes took glance of a sign just a few feet away. Northumberland Street. I looked at my driver seeing that he was looking for someone. I turned my head and saw a tall thin man standing in front of a shop who was wearing a charcoal black coat. Our eyes locked. I saw the turquoise tint in his eyes despite of the distance between us. His face looks confused as he held my gaze. His clothing says detective but judging from his over-all profile, he didn’t look like a police kind of guy. He was more of a lone case solver. A case? A chase? I smirked and turn my head back in front. Finally, the cab started moving again. In the rear-view mirror, I could see another man with him. They moved quickly and for some reason I was sure they were chasing us. But why? I know for sure it wasn’t me. So there is only one possible explanation.

I looked left to right and up and down seeing them run in an alleyway and miss us on a corner. It was exciting. It took them a few minutes more until they caught up with the cab.

“Police! Open her up!” I heard a hoarse and deep voice shout.

The door beside me opened and me, having to always be presentable, greeted them with a smile. “Hello.” My grin got wider as I hear them panting, “Everything alright?” My eyes met with the tall man’s own once again. I was right. It was turquoise. Having to be closer to him now I can get a much more proper profile. Oh, those cheekbones. “No.” He said out of breath. “Can’t be.” He shook his head angrily. “Why?” Asked his companion. “Just arrived from Japan. The bag. Airport tag in Japanese characters.” Explained the man. He has a profound aptitude for deductive reasoning. Clothes. He likes to keep himself clean, too much actually. I deduct he is a chemist too from his cleanliness to his fingers and the way he moves. Always too careful. Never reckless. Chemist. I looked to his eyes but can’t figure out that other occupation. I’ll say detective for now. But not a police detective, that I’m sure. He raised up an I.D. with a badge but I caught the name. Gregson Lestrade. I chuckled silently as I shook my head. Small world. “Everything alright?” He asked. I grinned at him and answered. “Yes.” The man with white-ish hair now looked confused at me. “Everything is perfect.”

The two left and the taxi started moving once again. “So,” I said placing my coat beside me. “What could you have done to have them chasing us?” The driver looked at me and smirked. “How could you say it was me they were after?” My back straightened as I began my explanation. “Northumberland Street. You looked like you were looking for someone. I looked back and saw those two men look directly at this cab. I say they lured you in there but they will suspect not that cabbie, but the passenger. It’s never the cabbie anyway. The perfect excuse on being a criminal.” The joy that is inside of me can’t be hidden as it showed in my face. As I explained, the driver was looking at me amazed, confused, and scared. He wouldn’t be the first. “So, how’d you kill them?” I was curious after all. “If it was you who was in the papers, the serial killer, I would gladly let you kill me.”

He looked surprised as he couldn’t see fear in my eyes. Then he started laughing. I was just smiling. “You volunteer to be my fifth?” Wait, didn’t he kill 3? So, he already had a fourth. Interesting. “If it is the only way for me to know how you could have done it then yes, I do volunteer.” He shook his head unbelieving, that’s when we arrived in uncle’s flat. “I’m sorry dear, but my fifth and probably the last is waiting for me. But if you really want to know, I just talk to them. And then they kill themselves.”  I gave a sad nod and gone outside.

“But please,” I pleaded Mr. Jeff. “Don’t die. I want to know how you killed them, using what words.” I grinned, bowing to him and got in the flat.

Sherlock

“There are many like us Mr. Holmes.” The cabbie said looking at me straight in the eye despite lying on the ground, bleeding to death. “Thinkers. Observers. Met one today before I took you for a ride.” The possible fifth? “Could have killed her yes, but she was as extraordinary as we were. Saw right through me as you did. She was a very keen young lady.” Her. Lady. Woman. “If there was ever another one my sponsor would find fascinating, it will be that woman.” That sponsor.

“Who is it? My fan.” I glared at him as he shook his head. “You’re dying but there is still time to hurt you.” I stepped on his wounded shoulder and he cried out in pain.  “I want a name.” I shouted hungrily for an answer. My fan? “THE NAME!”

“Moriarty!” As the words slipped out his mouth, I took my feet of his shoulder. Moriarty, I mouthed the words. The lady.

I knelt moving closer to his dying body. “Have you told him? About this lady you said that was like us.” I waited for an answer I doubt that was coming, but when I stood up to go, he whispered. “No, but he is bound to know. He knew about you.. didn’t he?”

“Yes.” The woman smiled as if she was the happiest one alive. “Everything is perfect.”

I stood in silence for a few minutes before I set a new goal in understanding whatever game this is. I need to find that woman.

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A/N:..... *hides under the bed and cries for hours* this is actually a series so yeah... *cries more*

[mousedetective]

Gimme (RP of canonish) headcanon a for Molly Hooper

Molly Hooper

(please keep in mind I haven’t actually watched series 4 yet, just been spoiled by Tumblr and friends)

CANON:

She loves wearing cherry print clothing because fresh cherries were her father’s favourite fruit. Wearing different cherry print things are a way to feel closer to him.

She had an encounter with Eurus as well, but not quite in the way that Sherlock and John did; eurus came with a group of interns to listen to Molly speak, and Eurus knew within minutes exactly why her brother was in love with her and that she wasn’t going to lay a finger on her, just observe her and arrange for her to have an awful day and be at home when she needed her to be.

She had originally asked some of her co-workers what she should name Toby, but after getting some rather X-rated suggestions she went back to the shelter she had adopted him from and asked the person who had helped her what she would have named him, and the girl said Toby, and so that was the name she went with.

Dimmock asked her on fifteen dates before she invited him to the morgue to give him results while she was doing a particularly grisly postmortem, and she greeted him with a blood spattered faceguard and a handful of intestines and asked where he wanted to go for lunch. He never asked again. She’s used this trick on quite a few other blokes as well.

Tom got engaged again after she began dating Sherlock and sent her a rather snidely worded invitation to his wedding that she was sure came from the bride, as she and Tom actually ended on good terms. Rather than be spiteful, Molly came alone, gave them a lovely set of champagne flutes, and wished them all the best. Then she went home and proceeded to have the best shag she’d had to date with Sherlock.

Molly got Moriarty to admit that he thought Rachel had the best voice of anyone on Glee, and then she eviscerated him with all the reasons he was wrong and it was really Tina who had the best voice.

Molly figured out Mary had shot Sherlock before she and John reconciled, and she was there to offer support to Mary when she was alone. Mary couldn’t figure out why, and Molly said she knew all the myriad ways that Mary could have killed him if she’d wanted to but she DIDN’T and that meant something to her. Mary burst into tears then and didn’t stop crying for an hour because she knew she had a true friend in Molly at that moment.

Mrs. Hudson treats Molly like the daughter she never had, and sometimes that includes giving unwanted advice when she’s emerging from Sherlock’s room in nothing more than one of his shirts such as “You know, there is a pair of handcuffs in the kitchen drawer. They’re an awful lot of fun to use.”

Even after Molly retires (a bit earlier than most people expected, though only because she wanted to spend time being a hands on mum), she’s called on occasionall to consult. By Sherlock. Who refuses to work with anyone other than “his” pathologist. Even when she’s got nappies to change and papers to write and really, Sherlock, you can get along with my replacement, can’t you?

The only time she ever threatened to chuck it all away and go on a permanent vacation to the Bahamas was when she arrived home to find her precious kitchen destroyed by a science experiment between Sherlock, her son and Rosie. It took some fast talking and bribery on the highest level to Mycroft to convince her not to commit murder and then flee the country (Mycroft was half-tempted to help).

RP - NOLA:

She’s lost count of how big her family of otters is now. She assumes it’s somewhere between twenty to twenty-four, give or take. They’ve all moved to the jacuzzi area when they come up from the river since the cabin no longer looks like the cabin, but that’s preferable because she knows her husband thinks she runs a zoo.

She has no problem with her husband getting in his best friend’s shuttle and heading up into spaceif Kirk is flying but she’ll be damned if she’ll let anyone but McCoy fly her up there. Or possibly Sulu. She’s seen Sulu fly a shuttle. She watched Kirk crash a car over a cliff onscreen. She doesn’t trust him.

So far to date she thinks there is no flavor of cheesecake in the whole of New Orleans she has not sampled at some point. It is McCoy’s favorite bribe for her and he uses it all. The. Time.

She loves her daughter just a smidge more than her son, and shows it by teasing her more.

She really doesn’t regret breaking McCoy’s nose all that much because it does give him a rather rugged look. She does regret the snoring it causes. Earplugs are a wonderful thing.

RP - ATLANTIS:

She wants to scrub the memory of watching series 4 of Sherlock out of her head. She would rather have never known John was tempted to cheat and she never NEVER wanted to watch Mary die. Now that the dreams of NOLA her have stopped, it’s Mary’s death that makes her sleep restless.

She wants to go out on a mission just once, but after knowing what seeing McCoy turned to stone did to HER and knowing that if anything happened to her like what happened to Kirk it would be worse, she doesn’t volunteer (and it will be a moot point soon anyway).

Her favorite thing to do, when she knows Jemma won’t get too upset, is to see how late she can make her and McCoy late for work. 

She would like to do something other than be a medical trainer. She misses being a pathologist, and while it’s nice to do medical training and occasionally work with the living, she misses the research aspect of her job, and the teaching aspect as well.

She wants to steal Kirk’s motorcycle and go for a joyride around the city.

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True self (Request)

Request: One idea for the next part would be that they have to be undercover to get a criminal, and1) Greg and reader have to pretend to be married. Either way 'his wife provided to do this and since her husband is still ill she goes with greg' or the other policemen dont know its her. 2) She goes as a man and they dont have to be a couple, but the others thought it is ok, since 'they are both men', to arrange just one room in a hotel for them.

A/N: Another Victorian Sherlock by the lovely @holy-tea-cup 😊 I decided to combine both your requests! I hope you enjoy! 😁❤️

Warnings: None!

Gif source [X]

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"I can't believe I still have to be ill...well not me, my 'husband'," you rolled your eyes and spoke quietly to Gregory as you stood across from him in his office.

"Just a few more days," he assured "To keep up appearances. Are you still okay with the plan?"

You nodded and went over it once more "You and I are attending a gathering in west London as undercover husband and wife. I did a lot of research on the suspect, Mr Moriarty, well my husband did a lot of research. Anyway, I'll be able to discreetly help you as myself. The team think my husband has told me all the information about Moriarty because he can't attend as he is still unwell so is allowing me to do this." Gregory nodded with a smile, you had got it spot on.

"A carriage will pick you up tonight," Gregory walked you to the door "I really wish I could kiss you goodbye..." he whispered as you walked passed. You slowly turned your head to look at him and smirked before strutting off.

Later that evening a carriage picked you up and you ran to it wearing your best dress and a smile on your face. As soon as you began to step into the carriage you saw Anderson and Dimmock and your smile fell, you saw Gregory looking more than disappointed that it wasn't going to be just the two of you.

"Hello gentlemen," you lightly bowed your head and sat down.

"Hello Y/N," Dimmock warmly smiled "I hope your husband is feeling better."

"He's alright, two more days and I'm sure he'll be as right as rain!" You glared at Gregory "Or at least I hope so..." you spoke between gritted teeth.

"I'm sure he will be," Gregory sent you a tight smile. You glared at him for the whole carriage ride, up until you reached the party. "We all know the plan? Y/N and I will keep Moriarty distracted while you two find those incriminating files."

The two men nodded and made their way into the house before you and Gregory. He held his arm out and you happily wrapped your own around his "You look beautiful..." he whispered.

You softly smiled "You scrub up well yourself. If only you convinced Anderson and Dimmock to take another carriage and I would have compensated you for not getting a goodbye kiss earlier." You could hear Gregory lightly groan beside you and had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

When you entered the house, every room was packed with people and you sent Gregory a concerned look, you would both struggle to find Moriarty in this crowd.

After at least half an hour of searching you noticed a cricket of people gathering one man in the centre. You giggled on Gregory's coat and dragged him to where the group was gathered "I can't believe you are the great professor Moriarty!" You gasped.

He turned to look at you and bashfully smiled "Thank you madam, that's very kind to say." You smiled and shook his head, surprised at how polite the criminal mastermind was.

"It's very nice to meet you in the flesh! I thought it was you and had to bring my husband over to meet you," you ushered to Gregory.

The two men shook hands, exchanging hellos before you noticed Anderson's head poking up above a sea of people, he was frantically nodding and you faked a cough "Oh do excuse me!" You apologised "I need a little something to drink-"

"-I could use one too!" Gregory cut you off "I'll join you, darling." You raised a brow before lowering it, realising that the Di was simply keeping up his act "It was very nice to meet you professor!"

"Very nice to meet you both too!" He waved you off as you both rushed through the crowd to meet with Anderson and Dimmock outside.

"We got them!" The four of you rushed to the carriage with huge smiles on your faces. Anderson smirked seeing you sit next to Gregory in the carriage "It's funny," he mused aloud "The two of you really do look like husband and wife..."

You and Gregory both glanced at each other before nervously clearing your throats "Perhaps we should both be actors!" You joked with a forced laugh and Gregory nervously joined in with you before your laughter fizzed away into nothing.

The two of you didn't know how much longer you could keep everything a secret.

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"So good to have you back, Y/L/N!" Anderson patted you on the back and pushed you forward slightly towards Gregory "And just in time to accompany Lestrade here on his latest case!"

"Oh?" You looked up to him and you noticed the corner of his mouth twitch up slightly as he took in your appearance "What case would this be?"

Lestrade handed you a slip of paper and you scanned your eyes over it as he spoke "The suspicious murders taking place in Brighton. The police force there needs are help so the two of us will head down there today and stay for the weekend." Your head snapped up to him and you went wide eyed. Just the two of you?

"I...I should pack and t-tell Mrs Y/L/N that is happening." You stuttered out and headed towards the door "I'll come back here, yes?"

Gregory nodded "Yes, when you're ready. I'll see you soon," you narrowed your eyes slightly at his playful smile before leaving and heading home to pack a bag.

Two hours later, you were back outside Scotland Yard with a bag in your hand "Excellent timing," Gregory checked his pocket watch "We can make the three o'clock train."

He ushered you to a carriage and the pair of you made your way to the station. The ride was fairly quick, Gregory sat across from you the entire time, gently and discreetly brushing his hand over your knee from time to time causing you to bashfully smile. When you finally arrived in Brighton, Scotland Yard had arranged and paid for a hotel for the both of you.

He receptionist slid a key over the top of the desk "Room seven has two single beds in it," he said and your eyes flickered over to Gregory "If you two gentlemen need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask." Gregory practically pushed you up the stairs and into the box room that overlooked a part of the sea.

You placed down your bags and took off your hat, shaking your hair as you ripped off your fake moustache. As soon as you did, Gregory wrapped his arms around you and spun you around the room. You erupted with laughter and begged him to put you down. As soon as your feet touched the ground, his lips were on yours.

I'm the midst of kissing you spoke against his lips "I want to be me..."

Gregory pulled back slightly "What?" His brow wrinkled with confusion.

You let out a long sigh and placed your hands on his shoulders "I'm so fed up having to be two people, I'm me and that's who I want to be at work. I want to be Y/N."

Lestrade's eyes opened so wide you thought they were going to pop out of his head "That's risky, Y/N..." he warned. Your gaze fell to the floor until Gregory placed a finger under your chin to return your eyes to his "But of you want to be your true self," he pecked your lips "You will always have my unconditional support."

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"Congratulations Lestrade!" Anderson patted him on the back as you and Gregory walked into the office after successfully catching the murder roaming around Brighton.

"Ah it wasn't me, it was mainly Y/L/N," he turned around and sent you a smile, he could see your nerves passed the fake moustache.

"Really?" Anderson sounded the slightest bit surprised.

Your narrowed your eyes at him "Well I did." You snapped at him in your normal voice and everyone in the office, including Gregory, went wide eyed. You looked at the Di who sent you a nod of approval, with a proud smile you took off your hat and heard gasps fill the entire office. "Hold this," you pushed it to Anderson whose eyes were darting back and forth from Gregory, to the hat and then to you. You peeled off your fake moustache and let out a small sigh of relief finally feeling free. "You can hold this too," you placed the moustache on top of the hat and looked at Gregory with a smirk "I don't think I'll be needing it any more."

"A-all this time?!" Anderson squeaked out.

"Since the beginning," you replied "I wanted to be part of this team and did everything possible to do so. Including pretending to me my own husband."

Anderson turned to Gregory "Did you know?"

"I've known for a while..." the Di smiled "She stays. Y/N is a valued member of this team and gets the job done."

"Thank you, my darling," you walked towards him and placed a hand on his arm before gently pecking his lips.

You pulled back and saw everyone looking at you with slacked jaws "What are you all looking at?!" Gregory snapped "Back to work!" They all scattered off, Anderson still had the hat and moustache on his hold. "That includes you Miss Y/L/N..."

"Of course, sir..." you winked and made your way to your desk with a large smile of your face. The weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders and you were finally happy that you could be you as you did the job you loved.

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Rightful Place

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by JDWraith

It's been nearly five months since Moriarty kidnapped Charles. Now John's most closely guarded secret is about to be exposed. With the help of his family and friends he struggles to come to terms with a new understanding of himself and his place in the world. And all of them must deal with the dangerous surprises left behind by a thwarted and vengeful James Moriarty.

Words: 3436, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Charringford Holmes

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men: First Class (2011) RPF, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), James Bond (Craig movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Dimmock (Sherlock), Tobias Gregson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanova, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Moira MacTaggert, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Raven | Mystique, Azazel (X-Men), Angel Salvadore, T'Challa (Marvel), James Sholto (Sherlock), Sebastian Moran, James Moriarty, Q (James Bond), James Bond, Dora Milaje, Sebastian Wilkes, Victor Trevor, Sebastian Shaw, Jakob Eisenhardt, Edie Lehnsherr, Ruth Eisenhardt, Kitty Riley, Irene Adler, Harry Watson, Alex Summers, Sean Cassidy, Bill Murray (Sherlock), Bill Wiggins

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Azazel/Raven | Mystique (X-men)

Additional Tags: Discrimination, Sexual Harassment, Awkward Sexual Situations, Threats, Non-Graphic Violence, Secret Admirer, Sexual Slavery, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega John, Alpha Sherlock, Alpha Mycroft, Beta Greg Lestrade, Omega Charles, Alpha Erik, Alpha T'Challa (Marvel), non-powered mutants, Not Canon Compliant, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Tony Stark, Pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Moriarty's Revenge, Beta Pepper Potts, Past Child Abuse, Threats of Violence, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Forced Bonding, Past Rape/Non-con, not the main characters, Only referenced as part of character history, Reference to Past Spousal Abuse, Non-consensual scientific experimentation, Kidnapping, Sounds dreadful I know, But I still love happy endings - so there's that, M is Mummy Holmes, Now she's involved in the World Security Council

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by orphan_account

Words: 1, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: NCIS, Kingsman (Movies), Sherlock (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, James Bond (Craig movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Tom Morrow (NCIS), NCIS MCRT Team, Leon Vance, Ducky Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, Tobias Fornell, Clayton Jarvis, Percival (Kingsman), Merlin (Kingsman), Roxy Morton | Lancelot, Harry Hart | Galahad, Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, James | Lancelot (Kingsman), Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Lady Smallwood (Sherlock), Sir Edwin (Sherlock), Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Danny Rand, Luke Cage, Phil Coulson, Champagne "Champ" (Kingsman), Tequila (Kingsman), Jack | Whiskey (Kingsman), Ginger Ale (Kingsman), Nick Fury, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Logan (X-Men), Abby Sciuto, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Hank McCoy, Fantastic Four (Team), Hank Pym, Everett Ross, Guardians of the Galaxy Team, M | Gareth Mallory, Bill Tanner, Eve Moneypenny, James Bond, Q (James Bond), T'Challa (Marvel), Hope Van Dyne, Detective Inspector Dimmock (Sherlock), M | Olivia Mansfield, Original Holmes Sibling(s)

Additional Tags: Q (James Bond) is a Holmes, M | Olivia Mansfield is Mummy Holmes, Mycroft Holmes IS the British Government, Phil Coulson & Nick Fury Friendship, Ziva David Bashing, Investigations

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