Fred shifted restlessly from one side of her bed to the other, trying to coax her mind to a quiet enough place that might lead to sleeping. It'd been hard enough to adjust from the loss of Charles' near-constant presence. Logically she knew it was over, that it had been long before they got around to the actual deciding of it. But the body isn't ( Read more... )

Given who he was, Sherlock of course had noticed the oddities filling the golden city over the past week. Monsters appearing and disappearing, people suddenly acting out of character. The true question was if he could bring himself to care about it. The city was odd within itself, such things were rather pointless to understand. Not until they ( Read more... )

TO: All Contacts

BORED. What's wrong with you people? Do something INTERESTING! Murders are always interesting.

SH

( [TO: John Watson )

Tilting her head a bit to the side, Dr. Temperance Brennan leaned a little closer to the skeleton that was on the examining table. The examining area was quiet for once as the rest of the team had gone home hours before. At the time she'd been thankful, but now she wished that one of her team had stayed behind ( Read more... )

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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[ And, the morning following Dean and Sherlock's lovely text exchange, there is in fact a text message waiting for Dean. ]

Still interested in the game?

SH

Joanna stirred and the first thing she noticed was that she hurt. It wasn't a sharp, piercing pain, more like a 'god I haven't moved in ages' dull throb. When she opened her eyes, she knew, instantly, that she was in a hospital. Question was: how did she get in the hospital? What was the last thing she remembered? She was at that club, Rush. She'd ( Read more... )

As the gun turned towards the vest, Moriarty stared at Sherlock in an attempt to assess his intentions. If Moriarty had to put money on it, he would say that Sherlock didn't have it in him to pull that trigger, to have a death on his own hands rather than just on his conscience, but as he tipped his eyes up to meet Sherlock's, there was a question ( Read more... )

[it's after midnight. Dean's a little drunk and a little bored, which naturally leads to him bothering all of the fine residents of El Dorado]

I want some pie.

[do with that what you will]

There was something wholly disconcerting, something strange and utterly mind-boggling, about closing one's eyes in one place and opening them in another. Of course, the whole day had been a mess of disconcerting and strange and mind-boggling, so John supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. Except he was. Because life didn't work that way. You didn' ( Read more... )