Sherlock insults everyone multiple times, runs off, reappears, and keeps everyone in the dark as to what he's thinking....
Anderson and Donovan give him lots of grief and get in his way at every opportunity....
... and Lestrade has a heart attack.
John saves Lestrade, but there's a sh*tstorm of blame in all directions. Let's see everyone feel properly chastened, fully aware that they all need their DI back, and trying work together, even if it kills them! (Special love for John being protective of his "patient.")
Heart-Stopping Arguments
anonymous
December 8 2011, 14:17:33 UTC
Lestrade buried his head in his hands, attempting to get his brain back into working order. He swallowed dryly, fighting back the sudden surge of nausea.
No, he needed to concentrate.
This case had been particularly trying, as despite Sherlock’s wild proclamations that it was boring, stupid, and so very clear, the infuriating man himself popped in and out like a cheap light bulb, leaving behind fuming tempers in his wake.
Sally, already sharp tongued and ready to fight, made a snapping comment as she stepped in Sherlock’s way- Sherlock had a sharp cut down ready, aiming straight for the heart.
Anderson refused to get out of Sherlock’s way, nearly tackling the man when Sherlock nudged the corpse with a foot. Sherlock’s insults had hit especially close to home this time.
Everyone was shaking with rage, as even John’s normal even temper flared under Sherlock’s blackening mood and the sniping going around from all sides.
Breathe Lestrade. One thing at a time. Just one thing at a time. First- Anderson.He shivered in the warm air,
( ... )
Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 2
anonymous
December 8 2011, 19:07:25 UTC
John watched, leaning on his cane, as the police officer approached Anderson and Donovan, only to be shot down. The man frowned, gesturing to a police car- John’s eyes followed, and frowned slightly
( ... )
Re: Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 3
anonymous
December 9 2011, 18:40:59 UTC
Sherlock found his feet rooted to the ground as the ambulance pulled away. Numbly he clung to the piece of evidence he had found, planning on teasing Lestrade with it. It was just a little bit of harmless fun; Lestrade knew how to get it back, and while he had grumbled before, he hadn’t honestly thought the older man would do something like this.
“This is all your fault freak.” The woman’s hiss from behind him set his shoulders back, stiffening in preparation for the fight.
Anderson was still staring off after the police car, signs of shock setting in. He snuck a glance at Sally, and could see it written on her face as well, with dried tear tracks. She had been crying; the disappearance of the ambulance had brought back her puny brain online.
He sneered coldly. “My fault? If you had perhaps been taking better care of your leader, then it would not of come to this.”
“Are you kidding me freak? Aren’t you the one supposed to look at a person and be able to tell their entire life history? Oh, never mind, I forgot, you’re a psychopath
( ... )
Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 4
anonymous
December 9 2011, 21:17:17 UTC
When they reached the hospital, there was already the world’s best heart surgeon in the world waiting for them. John was a little surprised- last he had heard, the man had been attending a conference in Etton
( ... )
Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 5
anonymous
December 9 2011, 21:18:34 UTC
John heard the three fighting down the hallway, long before they had approached the door. It was actually a good thing, because in those long five minutes, he figured out what he was going to actually say to them, and took his sentinel spot at Lestrade’s doorway, the door firmly shut against all intruders.
Sherlock came around the corner first, all stiff angles, fluttery scarf, and lordly air, with Donovan hot on his heels attempting to kill him with her eyes. Anderson followed behind, anger clouding on his face.
Moment of truth. “Stop.” His quiet, firm voice was nearly lost among the scathing insults.
“I said enough.” John snarled, physically blocking to door
( ... )
Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 6
anonymous
December 9 2011, 21:18:58 UTC
“If you were so in control you wouldn’t of had a heart attack. If anything caused it, knowing you, it would be your team.”
“That’s right- they’re-“
“Fine. I’ll take care of them.” Gregson breezed off the concern easily. “Going to sleep on me Lestrade?” His voice was slightly softer, despite its rather mocking tone.
Lestrade’s reply was lost in the answering mumble, but the rustle of clothing told John that Gregson was coming back out.
“Well then- you’re all Lestrade’s team- most of them at least.” Gregson snorted. “Ragtag bunch of groupies.”
Sally bristled instantly, as Sherlock’s arms crossed. John could feel his own defenses building in defiance to the man’s words. They weren’t groupies. “Actually, I and Sherlock are not on Lestrade’s official team
( ... )
Heart-Stopping Arguments Part 7
anonymous
December 10 2011, 20:22:26 UTC
Lestrade stared at the blank wall across from him, willing it to suddenly speak up and tell him what was going on.
He hadn’t expecting anyone to be here (lie, he was expecting at least Sally) and he wasn’t really lonely (the last time it had been so quiet was when his wife died), but he could use the company (before he went insane
( ... )
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Sherlock insults everyone multiple times, runs off, reappears, and keeps everyone in the dark as to what he's thinking....
Anderson and Donovan give him lots of grief and get in his way at every opportunity....
... and Lestrade has a heart attack.
John saves Lestrade, but there's a sh*tstorm of blame in all directions. Let's see everyone feel properly chastened, fully aware that they all need their DI back, and trying work together, even if it kills them! (Special love for John being protective of his "patient.")
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No, he needed to concentrate.
This case had been particularly trying, as despite Sherlock’s wild proclamations that it was boring, stupid, and so very clear, the infuriating man himself popped in and out like a cheap light bulb, leaving behind fuming tempers in his wake.
Sally, already sharp tongued and ready to fight, made a snapping comment as she stepped in Sherlock’s way- Sherlock had a sharp cut down ready, aiming straight for the heart.
Anderson refused to get out of Sherlock’s way, nearly tackling the man when Sherlock nudged the corpse with a foot. Sherlock’s insults had hit especially close to home this time.
Everyone was shaking with rage, as even John’s normal even temper flared under Sherlock’s blackening mood and the sniping going around from all sides.
Breathe Lestrade. One thing at a time. Just one thing at a time. First- Anderson.He shivered in the warm air, ( ... )
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“This is all your fault freak.” The woman’s hiss from behind him set his shoulders back, stiffening in preparation for the fight.
Anderson was still staring off after the police car, signs of shock setting in. He snuck a glance at Sally, and could see it written on her face as well, with dried tear tracks. She had been crying; the disappearance of the ambulance had brought back her puny brain online.
He sneered coldly. “My fault? If you had perhaps been taking better care of your leader, then it would not of come to this.”
“Are you kidding me freak? Aren’t you the one supposed to look at a person and be able to tell their entire life history? Oh, never mind, I forgot, you’re a psychopath ( ... )
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Sherlock came around the corner first, all stiff angles, fluttery scarf, and lordly air, with Donovan hot on his heels attempting to kill him with her eyes. Anderson followed behind, anger clouding on his face.
Moment of truth. “Stop.” His quiet, firm voice was nearly lost among the scathing insults.
“I said enough.” John snarled, physically blocking to door ( ... )
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“That’s right- they’re-“
“Fine. I’ll take care of them.” Gregson breezed off the concern easily. “Going to sleep on me Lestrade?” His voice was slightly softer, despite its rather mocking tone.
Lestrade’s reply was lost in the answering mumble, but the rustle of clothing told John that Gregson was coming back out.
“Well then- you’re all Lestrade’s team- most of them at least.” Gregson snorted. “Ragtag bunch of groupies.”
Sally bristled instantly, as Sherlock’s arms crossed. John could feel his own defenses building in defiance to the man’s words. They weren’t groupies. “Actually, I and Sherlock are not on Lestrade’s official team ( ... )
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He hadn’t expecting anyone to be here (lie, he was expecting at least Sally) and he wasn’t really lonely (the last time it had been so quiet was when his wife died), but he could use the company (before he went insane ( ... )
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