BREAKING FREE FROM BRACKETS CAUSE I CAN and Im sorry I am so late to the party xDdeducing_freakJanuary 9 2012, 02:30:07 UTC
Sherlock was currently sitting at his desk, hunched over and staring into his laptop. He had been looking over his forums of course and out of curiosity, would just so happen to glance over at John's blog every now and then. Just to take a peek. The detective muttered something under his breath about the high count of followers which seemed to have taken more interest in the doctor's silly little typing then his own intelligible researching. He just moves the mouse over and deletes his topic on the different types of tobacco ash. Since no one seems to have taken any interest in it... save for maybe one other person.
"..they're all stupid... don't understand why I even keep trying... idiots... the whole lot of them."
He kept mumbling to himself, deciding to venture out into the wide expanses of the internet when something in particular caught his interest. It was enough to cease his annoyed mutterings as he sat up straight, eyes fixated on the screen. "John.."
John, meanwhile, is in the kitchen, fixing a bite to eat. He'll make some for Sherlock as well, and probably end up having to force him or guilt trip him into eating. He's done it before, and really, it's for the man's own good. Oh, he's aware of his flatmate's distaste for the fans, and how many his little blog seems to have acquired. He actually feels a little bit guilty himself, but c'mon - it's not like tobacco ash is really going to get them all these clients. The popularity doesn't mean anything to the good doctor, of course, but it helps them get clients, and that's enough for him. He's just poured himself a cup of tea and is leisurely scanning over the newspaper, when he hears Sherlock call him.
"Hmm? One of our fans ask something interesting?" he smirked lightly, walking into the room and joining his side. When he stopped behind Sherlock, however, placing a light hand on his shoulder and leaning forward to get a better look... the smile fell from his face. "What the bloody... when in the hell did this happen? How did he
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"I... don't know.." He only kept staring at the screen in some faint showing of disbelief. Sherlock does manage to tear himself away from the screen and quickly getting up to his feet as he does a quick yet thorough scan of the sitting room.
"Today. He was here today.."
Leave it to Sherlock to know the precise placement of the paper work on his desk. Even the slightest little disturbance wouldn't be able to escape his gaze. His attention is back on the screen and a look of confusion crosses his features as the detective tilts his head to the side some. "But I don't get it... what is this?"
He's pointing to the blond woman on the screen. Completely baffled as to why Jim would bring in a hostage that meant absolutely nothing to him at all. This girl wasn't even faintly familiar.
"Who is she? Do you know her? Another ex or something? How many do you actually have..?" Not that he was getting jealous or anything, but there's obviously some bit of concern there hinted in his voice.
John ran a hand over his face with a sigh, stepping back as Sherlock stalked about the room. "I can't believe he was in our flat... and Mrs. Hudson was here, Sherlock! He could have done something to her, oh God." He shook his head. "This has to stop, you know."
He frowned, fixing his eyes on the blond woman in question. His heart sank a bit in his chest, and he shook his head, flashing a look at Sherlock. "What? No, we didn't date. I mean, I flirted with her a bit, but you were always around to mess all that up. She works downstairs at the bakery, Sherlock. He must be really bored, to kidnap someone we hardly know... but someone we still see almost every day."
Crossing his arms over his chest, obviously restless to go and 'save the day' or something along those lines, he raised his brow at the other man. "Well? We'd better go then, hadn't we? It's probably a trap but... we can't just leave her with him. God knows what he'll do when he's this bored."
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"..they're all stupid... don't understand why I even keep trying... idiots... the whole lot of them."
He kept mumbling to himself, deciding to venture out into the wide expanses of the internet when something in particular caught his interest. It was enough to cease his annoyed mutterings as he sat up straight, eyes fixated on the screen. "John.."
"John... come here."
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"Hmm? One of our fans ask something interesting?" he smirked lightly, walking into the room and joining his side. When he stopped behind Sherlock, however, placing a light hand on his shoulder and leaning forward to get a better look... the smile fell from his face. "What the bloody... when in the hell did this happen? How did he ( ... )
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"Today. He was here today.."
Leave it to Sherlock to know the precise placement of the paper work on his desk. Even the slightest little disturbance wouldn't be able to escape his gaze. His attention is back on the screen and a look of confusion crosses his features as the detective tilts his head to the side some. "But I don't get it... what is this?"
He's pointing to the blond woman on the screen. Completely baffled as to why Jim would bring in a hostage that meant absolutely nothing to him at all. This girl wasn't even faintly familiar.
"Who is she? Do you know her? Another ex or something? How many do you actually have..?" Not that he was getting jealous or anything, but there's obviously some bit of concern there hinted in his voice.
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He frowned, fixing his eyes on the blond woman in question. His heart sank a bit in his chest, and he shook his head, flashing a look at Sherlock. "What? No, we didn't date. I mean, I flirted with her a bit, but you were always around to mess all that up. She works downstairs at the bakery, Sherlock. He must be really bored, to kidnap someone we hardly know... but someone we still see almost every day."
Crossing his arms over his chest, obviously restless to go and 'save the day' or something along those lines, he raised his brow at the other man. "Well? We'd better go then, hadn't we? It's probably a trap but... we can't just leave her with him. God knows what he'll do when he's this bored."
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