Lassiter had taken it upon himself to advertise. The police station in El Dorado was seriously lacking, and while Carlton didn't mind being able to run the show, he knew that he'd need help if anything else went wrong. In the wake of the building's collapse, Carlton had set up a crude flier to post around the city. It had been short and sweet:
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Sherlock opened the doors to the station and walked in briskly as if he were the one that was in charge of the operation.
"I'm looking for Detective Lassiter."
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"You found him. What can I do for you?"
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He had no intention of signing up for the police force. He was a consulting detective. Not an actual one.
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"And just what is that? What can you do for me?" He folded his arms over his chest, waiting.
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"Sherlock Holmes." he said, as if his name were to explain his point entirely.
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"Uh huh. And is that supposed to mean something to me?" The name rang a vague bell, but not enough for Lassiter to feel inclined to trust the man any more or less than he already did.
(ooc: avoiding the 4th wall so hard here lol)
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"I'm a consulting detective, should you ever need my services." he said instead.
(ooc: haha it's fine~ ♥ )
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"Doubtful." He said, immediately bristling. "But if you ever want to be a real cop, you let me know."
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Sherlock then glanced him over. "Your partner is a psychic then. Or at least believes he is and you still have a hard time believing it because it just doesn't make sense within the realm of science."
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