Sherlock Fic: From the personal blog of Dr. John H. Watson
THE PERSONAL BLOG OF
Dr. John H. Watson
3rd August
The Adventure of the Fishing Detective
Nothing much going on right now. Evidently even the criminal element of London goes on holiday in the summer. So I thought I'd write about a curious incident that occurred a few months ago.
DI Lestrade was enjoying a rare opportunity to go fishing at a favourite haunt of his when his quiet was disturbed by some boisterous play from a group of lads at a nearby ground-fed pool. At first, he tried to ignore them, but he began to realise that their voices were vaguely familiar. He crept over to investigate, keeping himself hidden, and recognised them as a streetgang from Brixton, one of whose mates had been recently banged up for a good long spell. They were taking turns leaping over the pool, alternately encouraging each other and laughing at the failures. There was nothing illegal in this, though it seemed very odd to him. With nothing to be done about it, he went back to his fishing, and eventually the group left.
When he'd packed up for the day, he was still puzzled by the men's activities, and went over to investigate the now-deserted area. He didn't find much, except for an odd-looking device, apparently home-made, whose intended purpose he couldn't work out. It looked somewhat damaged or incomplete anyway, and had evidently been discarded. He also unearthed a few metal coils of varying sizes nearby, but nothing further.
On his way back home, the DI stopped by Baker Street to tell Sherlock his story, to see if the consultant could make anything of it. He had hardly finished talking before Sherlock started to scoff and make some of his usual derogatory remarks about the idiocy of the world in general and the Met in particular. He tossed the device and the other bits of metal to me, asking me what observations I had, but I must admit I could make nothing at all of the whole situation.
My flatmate looked incredulously from me to the DI, and said, “But it's obvious! Do you really not see? Well, if you can't unravel even this minor mystery it's no wonder you have nothing to show for your day of fishing but one middling specimen that won't even provide an adequate tea for your family - and that's after throwing back several others for being too small.”
(At this point Lestrade protested, saying the fish had been spooked by the antics at the pool, and that the distraction had put him off his game. Neither of us bothered to enquire how Sherlock knew what our colleague had caught. No doubt it was the splash patterns on his trousers, together with the drops of something on his shirt that may possibly have been curry sauce.)
Sherlock finally enlightened us. Obviously, the gang were planning an attempt to free their comrade from prison. The device was designed to be slipped into his cell door's locking mechanism, making it appear to be securely closed whilst actually preventing the lock from engaging properly. Besides the various locked doors throughout the prison, there were other physical difficulties in the escape route, hence the need to practise jumping, particularly under conditions of poor footing and slippery landings. All this made the pool a reasonable choice, as they could generally pass for a group of lads enjoying a bit of simple fun.
Obviously.
5 comments
So, John, you could put this way, right? - Last SPRING, a detective discovered some unsavoury men meeting at a SPRING. From the DI's report, Sherlock deduced they planned to SPRING their mate from prison using a SPRING to disable the lock, and then SPRING over obstacles during their escape. But the conspirators were thwarted because they did not expect a policeman to SPRING up at their little tryst and SPRING a leak in their plans.
Harry Watson 03 August 13:21
Ha ha, Harry. Very funny.
John Watson 03 August 13:25
It is funny! SPRING prisoners with SPRINGS by SPRINGING in the SPRING!
AHAHAHAHAHA!
Harry Watson 03 August 13:28
John, much as I abhor your tendency to focus on the least instructive aspects of the cases whilst completely overlooking the scientific aspect of my deductions, may I take this opportunity of expressing my gratitude that it is at least you who writes up these notes, and not your sister? Her 'wit', if it can be called that, flows in a very thin stream indeed.
Sherlock Holmes 03 August 13:41
My wit SPRINGS eternal!
ROTFLMAO!!!
Harry Watson 03 August 13:45
written for thegameison_sh prompt 'spring'.
Many thanks to my awesome beta feroxargentea!
Dr. John H. Watson
3rd August
The Adventure of the Fishing Detective
Nothing much going on right now. Evidently even the criminal element of London goes on holiday in the summer. So I thought I'd write about a curious incident that occurred a few months ago.
DI Lestrade was enjoying a rare opportunity to go fishing at a favourite haunt of his when his quiet was disturbed by some boisterous play from a group of lads at a nearby ground-fed pool. At first, he tried to ignore them, but he began to realise that their voices were vaguely familiar. He crept over to investigate, keeping himself hidden, and recognised them as a streetgang from Brixton, one of whose mates had been recently banged up for a good long spell. They were taking turns leaping over the pool, alternately encouraging each other and laughing at the failures. There was nothing illegal in this, though it seemed very odd to him. With nothing to be done about it, he went back to his fishing, and eventually the group left.
When he'd packed up for the day, he was still puzzled by the men's activities, and went over to investigate the now-deserted area. He didn't find much, except for an odd-looking device, apparently home-made, whose intended purpose he couldn't work out. It looked somewhat damaged or incomplete anyway, and had evidently been discarded. He also unearthed a few metal coils of varying sizes nearby, but nothing further.
On his way back home, the DI stopped by Baker Street to tell Sherlock his story, to see if the consultant could make anything of it. He had hardly finished talking before Sherlock started to scoff and make some of his usual derogatory remarks about the idiocy of the world in general and the Met in particular. He tossed the device and the other bits of metal to me, asking me what observations I had, but I must admit I could make nothing at all of the whole situation.
My flatmate looked incredulously from me to the DI, and said, “But it's obvious! Do you really not see? Well, if you can't unravel even this minor mystery it's no wonder you have nothing to show for your day of fishing but one middling specimen that won't even provide an adequate tea for your family - and that's after throwing back several others for being too small.”
(At this point Lestrade protested, saying the fish had been spooked by the antics at the pool, and that the distraction had put him off his game. Neither of us bothered to enquire how Sherlock knew what our colleague had caught. No doubt it was the splash patterns on his trousers, together with the drops of something on his shirt that may possibly have been curry sauce.)
Sherlock finally enlightened us. Obviously, the gang were planning an attempt to free their comrade from prison. The device was designed to be slipped into his cell door's locking mechanism, making it appear to be securely closed whilst actually preventing the lock from engaging properly. Besides the various locked doors throughout the prison, there were other physical difficulties in the escape route, hence the need to practise jumping, particularly under conditions of poor footing and slippery landings. All this made the pool a reasonable choice, as they could generally pass for a group of lads enjoying a bit of simple fun.
Obviously.
5 comments
So, John, you could put this way, right? - Last SPRING, a detective discovered some unsavoury men meeting at a SPRING. From the DI's report, Sherlock deduced they planned to SPRING their mate from prison using a SPRING to disable the lock, and then SPRING over obstacles during their escape. But the conspirators were thwarted because they did not expect a policeman to SPRING up at their little tryst and SPRING a leak in their plans.
Harry Watson 03 August 13:21
Ha ha, Harry. Very funny.
John Watson 03 August 13:25
It is funny! SPRING prisoners with SPRINGS by SPRINGING in the SPRING!
AHAHAHAHAHA!
Harry Watson 03 August 13:28
John, much as I abhor your tendency to focus on the least instructive aspects of the cases whilst completely overlooking the scientific aspect of my deductions, may I take this opportunity of expressing my gratitude that it is at least you who writes up these notes, and not your sister? Her 'wit', if it can be called that, flows in a very thin stream indeed.
Sherlock Holmes 03 August 13:41
My wit SPRINGS eternal!
ROTFLMAO!!!
Harry Watson 03 August 13:45
written for thegameison_sh prompt 'spring'.
Many thanks to my awesome beta feroxargentea!