"Spanish Heist" : Fic challenge from thewomanswit
Prompt: Spanish Heist by Michael Giacchino (from the Alias soundtrack) , Holmes and Irene
Requested By: Bex / Irene
Note: Uhhh this got slightly cracktastic, and went a little (or a lot) bit in the movie!verse direction in terms of Irene. Just because I wanted it to. Irene is thewomanswit and is used with permission and much love.
Listen to it here! For ambiance. Or something.
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The Queen had stared at Sherlock Holmes with something in her expression bordering on outrage, when he had very calmly informed her that the theft of her jewels was 'but a trifle in the larger picture, really.' For one gloriously entertaining moment, he believed that she truly meant to order him expelled from her sight.
When instead, no one dared to break the hush that had fallen over the room, he had carried on blithely.
"What I mean by this, your Majesty, is that it is simply a distraction. A diversion for your lawmen, to keep them focused here, on the palace, rather than where they should be looking."
After a moment, she asked, her jaw tight: "Which is where, Senor Holmes?"
The tiniest enigmatic smirk had crossed his features in response.
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And now was his moment to prove his theory correct. He was already beyond assured that the thief would be here, tonight, at the Museo Del Prado, to take what she was really after: the Gianno diamond.
It was, however, after many uncomfortable hours of waiting, that the polizia waiting with Holmes in the cramped alcove began to glare at him rather openly. He ignored them, mentally running back over the details that had led him to this conclusion.
There was no error in his logic.
So what in the devil's name...
A cold chill seeped very slowly through his veins as something began to click.
"We're guarding the wrong jewel," he said, trying to keep the defeat out of his voice. "It isn't the diamond she's after. It's the Queen's remaining jewels. The ones your commanding officer safeguarded at the station."
He was off in seconds, and the baffled police did all they could to keep up with him as he raced through the streets, to the station, which was a mere few blocks away. He pushed his way inside, murmuring 'perdonme' as he simply breezed past the desk and straight towards the Captain's office.
"The safe," he said, urgently. "Open the safe."
"Holmes, what is the meaning of this?" the Captain demanded.
"Just open it."
A tense moment passed between the two men, and then the captain removed his key and pulled back the painting on the back wall, removing the safety box inside. Both men leaned over it as he clicked it open.
"Dios mio..." the Captain said, paling.
"... It's alright, Captain, they're merely covered by this," Holmes said, scooping out the jewels, which were hidden under a very tidily arranged note on top. Holmes read it quickly, and then pocketed it. "If you'll excuse me." And with that, he moved past the astonished Captain, immediately surveying the faces of the police gathered in the doorway.
One was missing, that had been there before.
Feeling somewhat inclined to curse, he immediately pushed through them towards the exit, leaving very bewildered officers in his wake.
He was too late. The hat, uniform, and false mustache lay pooled on the front steps of the station. As he sank down on the steps, he drew out the note again, studying it. It was a hand he knew altogether too well.
"You were correct, Mr. Holmes. I had no interest in jewels. All I really wanted was to steal a glance at the expression on your face when someone outwitted you. For after all, I've only ever been able to imagine how you appeared when you read my last letter." And on the back: "The Queen's jewels are safely within her own walls, so she may cease to fret. I am quite certain a great detective such as yourself should be able to recover them."
Despite himself, Holmes began laughing, gradually building until he was practically cracking up on the steps of the police building.
A passerby thought he was a madmen, and left a few coins in Irene's upturned hat.
Requested By: Bex / Irene
Note: Uhhh this got slightly cracktastic, and went a little (or a lot) bit in the movie!verse direction in terms of Irene. Just because I wanted it to. Irene is thewomanswit and is used with permission and much love.
Listen to it here! For ambiance. Or something.
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The Queen had stared at Sherlock Holmes with something in her expression bordering on outrage, when he had very calmly informed her that the theft of her jewels was 'but a trifle in the larger picture, really.' For one gloriously entertaining moment, he believed that she truly meant to order him expelled from her sight.
When instead, no one dared to break the hush that had fallen over the room, he had carried on blithely.
"What I mean by this, your Majesty, is that it is simply a distraction. A diversion for your lawmen, to keep them focused here, on the palace, rather than where they should be looking."
After a moment, she asked, her jaw tight: "Which is where, Senor Holmes?"
The tiniest enigmatic smirk had crossed his features in response.
--------------------
And now was his moment to prove his theory correct. He was already beyond assured that the thief would be here, tonight, at the Museo Del Prado, to take what she was really after: the Gianno diamond.
It was, however, after many uncomfortable hours of waiting, that the polizia waiting with Holmes in the cramped alcove began to glare at him rather openly. He ignored them, mentally running back over the details that had led him to this conclusion.
There was no error in his logic.
So what in the devil's name...
A cold chill seeped very slowly through his veins as something began to click.
"We're guarding the wrong jewel," he said, trying to keep the defeat out of his voice. "It isn't the diamond she's after. It's the Queen's remaining jewels. The ones your commanding officer safeguarded at the station."
He was off in seconds, and the baffled police did all they could to keep up with him as he raced through the streets, to the station, which was a mere few blocks away. He pushed his way inside, murmuring 'perdonme' as he simply breezed past the desk and straight towards the Captain's office.
"The safe," he said, urgently. "Open the safe."
"Holmes, what is the meaning of this?" the Captain demanded.
"Just open it."
A tense moment passed between the two men, and then the captain removed his key and pulled back the painting on the back wall, removing the safety box inside. Both men leaned over it as he clicked it open.
"Dios mio..." the Captain said, paling.
"... It's alright, Captain, they're merely covered by this," Holmes said, scooping out the jewels, which were hidden under a very tidily arranged note on top. Holmes read it quickly, and then pocketed it. "If you'll excuse me." And with that, he moved past the astonished Captain, immediately surveying the faces of the police gathered in the doorway.
One was missing, that had been there before.
Feeling somewhat inclined to curse, he immediately pushed through them towards the exit, leaving very bewildered officers in his wake.
He was too late. The hat, uniform, and false mustache lay pooled on the front steps of the station. As he sank down on the steps, he drew out the note again, studying it. It was a hand he knew altogether too well.
"You were correct, Mr. Holmes. I had no interest in jewels. All I really wanted was to steal a glance at the expression on your face when someone outwitted you. For after all, I've only ever been able to imagine how you appeared when you read my last letter." And on the back: "The Queen's jewels are safely within her own walls, so she may cease to fret. I am quite certain a great detective such as yourself should be able to recover them."
Despite himself, Holmes began laughing, gradually building until he was practically cracking up on the steps of the police building.
A passerby thought he was a madmen, and left a few coins in Irene's upturned hat.