Untitled: 3b/6
anonymous
January 18 2011, 22:12:25 UTC
“Speaking of wrong,” Lestrade began.
Sherlock gave him a sidelong glance, frowning. Lestrade shook his head, and waited for Higgins to return with the gloves. A search of Barker turned up a wallet, a knife, and three wooden darts.
“This,” Donovan said, holding it up for Sherlock to see, “is tipped with a deadly neurotoxin. We took one just like it off him last week. You would have been dead in minutes.”
“Fascinating,” Sherlock breathed. He stepped forward, and then his mouth turned into a pout when Donovan pulled the dart out of his reach.
“No,” she said firmly.
“You said you took one like it off him last week?”
“Yeah, you can't have that one either, it's evidence.”
The constables hauled Barker to his feet and led him out of the alley.
Lestrade retrieved his mobile, hung up, and crossed his arms. “How did you get onto that fire escape?”
“Climbed. Why did you let him go last week?”
Lestrade grimaced. “Couldn't find evidence to charge him with anything besides possession of a deadly weapon, and the magistrate let him post bail.”
“Stupid.”
“You're sure he didn't stick you with anything.”
“He didn't touch me. And he wouldn't have. But-- thank you.”
Lestrade had his own opinion of that, but he knew how much good it would do to share it. He frowned “Your hand's bloody.”
Sherlock glanced down. “Scraped it climbing. Barker's gun will match the bullet in Arthur Edham's head.”
“You're sure about that, the climbing?”
Sherlock was already walking away. “Yes,” he called over his shoulder.
Lestrade shook his head, but if Sherlock was about to drop dead from curare poisoning, there wasn't anything he could do about it. “Sherlock!” he yelled.
Sherlock half-turned. “What?”
“Back there, were you using me as bait?”
“Of course not!” Sherlock vanished around the corner of the alley.
Donovan stood at his side. “Just nearly got jabbed with a poison dart, and there he goes, striding away, cool as you please.”
“I've never seen him frightened,” Lestrade said after a moment. “Never seen him... rattled. Not sure he knows how to be afraid.”
Donovan shook her head. “He's mad,” she said with conviction.
Re: Untitled: 3b/6
anonymous
January 18 2011, 23:20:00 UTC
OP here! *squeals*
OMG, Sherlock totally was using Lestrade as bait! The smug bastard. ;)
Lestrade is such a BAMF! here. I love how he keeps a cool head the entire time, redialing the phone, disarming Barker, getting Sherlock clear of the dart. This is totally how I imagine Lestrade in action. Not showy about it, but totally taking care of business. Gorgeous.
You are spoiling me rotten with this wonderful fic! I especially appreciate the fact Sherlock actually thanks Lestrade (he obviously knows that it really was a near thing), and how protective!Lestrade asks one more time if Sherlock is sure the blood came from the climbing.
I love the way you write the banter between the two. You've caught their characters and their relationship beautifully. And Lestrade's last lines about Sherlock? Perfection. (Somewhat chilling, too, when you think about it...)
Sherlock gave him a sidelong glance, frowning. Lestrade shook his head, and waited for Higgins to return with the gloves. A search of Barker turned up a wallet, a knife, and three wooden darts.
“This,” Donovan said, holding it up for Sherlock to see, “is tipped with a deadly neurotoxin. We took one just like it off him last week. You would have been dead in minutes.”
“Fascinating,” Sherlock breathed. He stepped forward, and then his mouth turned into a pout when Donovan pulled the dart out of his reach.
“No,” she said firmly.
“You said you took one like it off him last week?”
“Yeah, you can't have that one either, it's evidence.”
The constables hauled Barker to his feet and led him out of the alley.
Lestrade retrieved his mobile, hung up, and crossed his arms. “How did you get onto that fire escape?”
“Climbed. Why did you let him go last week?”
Lestrade grimaced. “Couldn't find evidence to charge him with anything besides possession of a deadly weapon, and the magistrate let him post bail.”
“Stupid.”
“You're sure he didn't stick you with anything.”
“He didn't touch me. And he wouldn't have. But-- thank you.”
Lestrade had his own opinion of that, but he knew how much good it would do to share it. He frowned “Your hand's bloody.”
Sherlock glanced down. “Scraped it climbing. Barker's gun will match the bullet in Arthur Edham's head.”
“You're sure about that, the climbing?”
Sherlock was already walking away. “Yes,” he called over his shoulder.
Lestrade shook his head, but if Sherlock was about to drop dead from curare poisoning, there wasn't anything he could do about it. “Sherlock!” he yelled.
Sherlock half-turned. “What?”
“Back there, were you using me as bait?”
“Of course not!” Sherlock vanished around the corner of the alley.
Donovan stood at his side. “Just nearly got jabbed with a poison dart, and there he goes, striding away, cool as you please.”
“I've never seen him frightened,” Lestrade said after a moment. “Never seen him... rattled. Not sure he knows how to be afraid.”
Donovan shook her head. “He's mad,” she said with conviction.
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OMG, Sherlock totally was using Lestrade as bait! The smug bastard. ;)
Lestrade is such a BAMF! here. I love how he keeps a cool head the entire time, redialing the phone, disarming Barker, getting Sherlock clear of the dart. This is totally how I imagine Lestrade in action. Not showy about it, but totally taking care of business. Gorgeous.
You are spoiling me rotten with this wonderful fic! I especially appreciate the fact Sherlock actually thanks Lestrade (he obviously knows that it really was a near thing), and how protective!Lestrade asks one more time if Sherlock is sure the blood came from the climbing.
I love the way you write the banter between the two. You've caught their characters and their relationship beautifully. And Lestrade's last lines about Sherlock? Perfection. (Somewhat chilling, too, when you think about it...)
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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