Prompting Part XXXII
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"Hello?" Greg calls in front of 221B, holding a box of case files. "Sherlock? John?"
"Greg!" John opens the door but doesn't step aside to let him in. "What brings you here?"
"I've got a few cold cases here," he says, nodding down. "I was wondering if Sherlock might like to look through them."
"Oh," John says in a low tone. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Hey, Sherlock?" He turns in the direction of Sherlock's bedroom. "Greg has some cold cases here he'd like you to--"
"I haven't lost my hearing," Sherlock says sharply, emerging in a flurry. He makes no move to take the files.
"Some of these are pretty old," Greg starts awkwardly, "maybe even a couple of decades, but. It's still nice to get some closure."
Sherlock stares at him steadily, and then reaches for the file on top. "You know a case file is nowhere near useful as being on the scene," he says, flipping to the photographs. "Even discounting the wealth of evidence the Met most likely missed, incompetent as you are."
"Yeah, well," Greg shrugs. "That's why I'm coming to you, isn't it?"
Sherlock's eyebrow twitches before he lifts the box from Greg's hands. "I'll take a look," he says, clipped, and glides back to his bedroom.
"He does appreciate it, really," John says apologetically.
"I know," Greg waves off. "It's not a problem at all."
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Sherlock has made progress on some dozen cases and sends Greg upwards of fifty texts before Greg invites him to a crime scene. "Finally," Sherlock says when he gets there, snapping on his gloves. "I must admit the Met's photographing techniques have vastly improved since the eighties."
Greg hides a grin. "Five minutes," he says, stepping into the room, "and then I'm kicking you out."
Sherlock sweeps in and is immediately engrossed by a chip on the windowsill, while John follows behind more slowly. "Murder by hanging?" he raises an eyebrow. "That doesn't happen very often."
Before Greg can respond, there's movement at the door. "The techs want to sweep the place," Donovan reports, "something about the dimensions of the rooms not matching up."
Greg can't help it; he shoots a glance at Sherlock, who's frozen with a hand reaching up for the latch on the window.
"Sherlock?" John says urgently. "Are you--"
"Fine," Sherlock says, taking a breath. "I'm fine." He turns to face the door. Donovan, on her part, has turned pale and is biting her lip.
"Sally," he says, "You've improved your taste in men."
She blinks, thrown off. "I don't think--" she starts hotly, before she clicks her teeth together. "Why don't you just tell us about the case," she says instead, striving for a neutral tone. "Go on," she adds, almost a challenge, and crosses her arms.
Sherlock's mouth curls up in what might be a smile. "The dimensions of the rooms are indeed off," he begins. "I'd suggest looking behind this wall, which appears a good five centimetres thicker than it ought to be..."
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A/N: OP, you probably wanted way more Sherlock H/C, but this was a terrible POV for that. Sorry :( Regardless, this was a fantastic prompt, so thank you for that, and also thanks to everyone who left a comment and thus squashed my terrible WIP-abandoning habits.
The next time I come around here will hopefully be to de-anon, once I find a Britpicker who can tell me whether the plot here is salvageable. (Also after my finals are over.) Until then, thank you for reading! ♥
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Not the OP, but that was really good. I like the way you've written Sally, too.
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