What have I done.
Need to post a snippet because I need to make myself understand that this is really happening whether I like it or not. Has not been Britpicked, btw. Work-in-progress and all that. I don't even have a plot. All I'm going off of are the lyrics to the Neko Case song "This Torndao Loves You".
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"Again, what does this have to do with me?"
"Well they also found a pile of melted cameras and decided to take a peek at his Internet history." Lestrade gives him a pointed look. "Do you really just sit there for hours at a time, staring out the window?"
He clenches his hand and forces himself to breathe. "I've been bugged."
"So have I," Lestrade replies with a nod. "God I really do look awful in the mornings."
"You have no idea," Donovan says as she holds up a tiny black device in her gloved fingers. "Found one."
John stares at her as she proceeds to bag it. He'd been bugged. Lestrade was bugged. The pencil pusher working for Lestrade and Donovan had a sniper rifle.
The knocking at the back of his head stops and the door opens.
"Could he see you from his flat?" he asks.
"Uh...yeah."
"Front window, right?"
"Yeah. What are you-"
"Smudges on the window sill?"
"Not really. Hadn't been cleaning after himself. Simply unacceptable; have no idea how the hell he got into my division. There was dust in all corners and on the sill...except for two voids."
"He didn't have to check every day," he says, half to himself. "Just had to make sure you weren't doing anything suspicious."
"What are you going on about?"
"What do you think? He was watching you." He takes a deep breath. "He was one of Moriarty's."
And like that everyone falls silent again.
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"Again, what does this have to do with me?"
"Well they also found a pile of melted cameras and decided to take a peek at his Internet history." Lestrade gives him a pointed look. "Do you really just sit there for hours at a time, staring out the window?"
He clenches his hand and forces himself to breathe. "I've been bugged."
"So have I," Lestrade replies with a nod. "God I really do look awful in the mornings."
"You have no idea," Donovan says as she holds up a tiny black device in her gloved fingers. "Found one."
John stares at her as she proceeds to bag it. He'd been bugged. Lestrade was bugged. The pencil pusher working for Lestrade and Donovan had a sniper rifle.
The knocking at the back of his head stops and the door opens.
"Could he see you from his flat?" he asks.
"Uh...yeah."
"Front window, right?"
"Yeah. What are you-"
"Smudges on the window sill?"
"Not really. Hadn't been cleaning after himself. Simply unacceptable; have no idea how the hell he got into my division. There was dust in all corners and on the sill...except for two voids."
"He didn't have to check every day," he says, half to himself. "Just had to make sure you weren't doing anything suspicious."
"What are you going on about?"
"What do you think? He was watching you." He takes a deep breath. "He was one of Moriarty's."
And like that everyone falls silent again.