fic rec: Don't Blink (You Might Be Missed)
Title: Don't Blink (You Might Be Missed)
Author: anamatics
Pairing: Gen
Length: 31000 words
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
Verse: Elementary
Author's summary: In mid-December Jessica Delhaney, teacher, 27, wife of an NYPD beat cop, goes missing. A massive manhunt follows, Sherlock and Joan are called in to consult and soon it becomes obvious that nothing about this case is as it seems. A cryptic warning comes from Newgate telling them to be careful, and that the killer has a type. What they don't know is just how accurate that assessment truly was.
Reccer's comments: While still at Newgate, Moriarty learns that Sherlock and Watson are working on a case she knows something about, one that could put Watson in danger. Moriarty isn't finished with Watson herself, and the need to understand how Watson defeated her prompts her to warn Sherlock, even as she questions her own motivations. Joan wants nothing to do with Moriarty because of her continued cruel manipulation of Sherlock, but she can't bring herself to step away from the challenge to beat Moriarty again. She responds to Moriarty on multiple levels: feeling protective of Sherlock; morally and professionally affronted by her crimes; proud and maybe a little arrogant about having defeated her once and wanting to do it again.
I very much appreciate the way Moriarty is presented in this fic, violent and dangerous without remorse. She's confused by her own interest in Joan, especially when it starts to eclipse her wish to yank Sherlock's chain. This isn't a Joan/Moriarty story (although over the course of the 3-part series, of which this is part 1, it gets closer to that) and no one forgets that Moriarty has done terrible things and will continue to do so, despite her surprising-to-everyone actions to save Joan's life.
Written before 2x12, "The Diabolical Kind," and divergent from the show after that.
I also have a soft spot for this fic's verisimilitude in describing the brownstone in winter as a cold, drafty place to live. I've never been able to suspend my own disbelief regarding its apparently magical climate-control on screen. (I'm the first to admit I'm a little obsessed about brownstone details.)
Author: anamatics
Pairing: Gen
Length: 31000 words
Rating: T
Warnings: N/A
Verse: Elementary
Author's summary: In mid-December Jessica Delhaney, teacher, 27, wife of an NYPD beat cop, goes missing. A massive manhunt follows, Sherlock and Joan are called in to consult and soon it becomes obvious that nothing about this case is as it seems. A cryptic warning comes from Newgate telling them to be careful, and that the killer has a type. What they don't know is just how accurate that assessment truly was.
Reccer's comments: While still at Newgate, Moriarty learns that Sherlock and Watson are working on a case she knows something about, one that could put Watson in danger. Moriarty isn't finished with Watson herself, and the need to understand how Watson defeated her prompts her to warn Sherlock, even as she questions her own motivations. Joan wants nothing to do with Moriarty because of her continued cruel manipulation of Sherlock, but she can't bring herself to step away from the challenge to beat Moriarty again. She responds to Moriarty on multiple levels: feeling protective of Sherlock; morally and professionally affronted by her crimes; proud and maybe a little arrogant about having defeated her once and wanting to do it again.
I very much appreciate the way Moriarty is presented in this fic, violent and dangerous without remorse. She's confused by her own interest in Joan, especially when it starts to eclipse her wish to yank Sherlock's chain. This isn't a Joan/Moriarty story (although over the course of the 3-part series, of which this is part 1, it gets closer to that) and no one forgets that Moriarty has done terrible things and will continue to do so, despite her surprising-to-everyone actions to save Joan's life.
Written before 2x12, "The Diabolical Kind," and divergent from the show after that.
I also have a soft spot for this fic's verisimilitude in describing the brownstone in winter as a cold, drafty place to live. I've never been able to suspend my own disbelief regarding its apparently magical climate-control on screen. (I'm the first to admit I'm a little obsessed about brownstone details.)