Seeing into the future
modernsherlock abused with full knowledge of his muse.
Suspension meant Bobby's schedule was unpredictable. Some days he never left his apartment and she could only hover outside until it became clear there was no point. Once he left and she waited for a half hour to see if he'd come back, only to see him rounding the corner just as she decided it was safe to try. She missed his space. Following him in her wigs and costumes meant she saw him often enough, but only there could she smell him
That day he left mid morning and after forty five minutes he wasn't back. Crossing her fingers, she headed up. She knew she only had a few minutes. Taking any more than that was dangerous folly. Trailing her fingers over his dresser, she laughed softly to herself. Her fingerprints were everywhere. Her hair was on his couch and on his bed. She rubbed her head into his pillow, leaving more evidence of her presence behind.
She allowed herself a few moments to close her eyes and just enjoy being in his apartment again. Groaning softly, she wished she had a crystal ball so she could know when he would be home. That way she could stay until the very last second.
Hours later, when she got home and curled on her couch, she wondered if there was some other way to track him. She fell asleep and dreamed of tiny tracking beacons that fit in the heels of shoes.
SPOILERS FOR SEASON SEVEN
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Suspension meant Bobby's schedule was unpredictable. Some days he never left his apartment and she could only hover outside until it became clear there was no point. Once he left and she waited for a half hour to see if he'd come back, only to see him rounding the corner just as she decided it was safe to try. She missed his space. Following him in her wigs and costumes meant she saw him often enough, but only there could she smell him
That day he left mid morning and after forty five minutes he wasn't back. Crossing her fingers, she headed up. She knew she only had a few minutes. Taking any more than that was dangerous folly. Trailing her fingers over his dresser, she laughed softly to herself. Her fingerprints were everywhere. Her hair was on his couch and on his bed. She rubbed her head into his pillow, leaving more evidence of her presence behind.
She allowed herself a few moments to close her eyes and just enjoy being in his apartment again. Groaning softly, she wished she had a crystal ball so she could know when he would be home. That way she could stay until the very last second.
Hours later, when she got home and curled on her couch, she wondered if there was some other way to track him. She fell asleep and dreamed of tiny tracking beacons that fit in the heels of shoes.
SPOILERS FOR SEASON SEVEN
242