July 15 - Throw the Book at 'Em
Title: What Are You Tolkien About?
Author: Pompey
Universe: Elementary
Rating: G
Warnings: just for the terrible pun of a title
Word count: 165
Summary: And Joan makes 14.
Prompt: July 15 - Throw the Book at ‘Em
A/N: How could I not choose The Hobbit ?! I did try to go with a different ‘verse, though.
Joan glanced around the room in some bemusement at the literal dozen officers who had shown up unexpectedly on her doorstep and were now milling around her home. “You couldn’t have had them convene somewhere else?”
“Your apartment is a half a block away from our target,” Sherlock replied over the babble. “And I knew you’d want to be involved.”
“I’m hoping you want me involved because of what I can bring to the party, not because I’d be the fourteenth member of your little expedition.” Then, at Sherlock’s blank look, Joan clarified, “You know. Twelve cops plus you would be thirteen. Unlucky.”
Sherlock scoffed through his nose. “Superstition does not befit a woman of reason and logic. And yes, I want you along for your skills.”
“Just so long as I don’t have to ride any barrels,” Joan muttered, turning away.
“Watson.” She turned back to see Sherlock giving her a puckish smile. “Do try to remember to take a handkerchief when you leave.”
Author: Pompey
Universe: Elementary
Rating: G
Warnings: just for the terrible pun of a title
Word count: 165
Summary: And Joan makes 14.
Prompt: July 15 - Throw the Book at ‘Em
A/N: How could I not choose The Hobbit ?! I did try to go with a different ‘verse, though.
Joan glanced around the room in some bemusement at the literal dozen officers who had shown up unexpectedly on her doorstep and were now milling around her home. “You couldn’t have had them convene somewhere else?”
“Your apartment is a half a block away from our target,” Sherlock replied over the babble. “And I knew you’d want to be involved.”
“I’m hoping you want me involved because of what I can bring to the party, not because I’d be the fourteenth member of your little expedition.” Then, at Sherlock’s blank look, Joan clarified, “You know. Twelve cops plus you would be thirteen. Unlucky.”
Sherlock scoffed through his nose. “Superstition does not befit a woman of reason and logic. And yes, I want you along for your skills.”
“Just so long as I don’t have to ride any barrels,” Joan muttered, turning away.
“Watson.” She turned back to see Sherlock giving her a puckish smile. “Do try to remember to take a handkerchief when you leave.”