Jan 02, 2012 11:38
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Anderson has the sense to look it all up on the Internet when he gets home - his wife, Moira, is at the kitchen table, watching television. He leans in for a kiss and she begrudgingly gives him her cheek. He does his best not to mind it. Grabs a frozen dinner from out of the refrigerator, heats it up, and stabs at it intermittently, seated in front of their ancient desktop.
Apparently, the whole mess is to do with some old American sci-fi show - The X-Files, he reads, created by screenwriter Chris Carter, originally aired from September 10, 1993 to May 19, 2002. In the series, FBI special agents Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson) are the investigators of X-Files: marginalized, unsolved cases involving paranormal phenomena.
It’s a weird choice for an insult, if he’s honest. So the character’s a woman, so what? His first name is Sylvia for Christ’s sake, he’s more than immune to those sorts of comments by now. He bites into a piece of broccoli that is soggy on the outside and frozen on the inside, and ( ... )
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Six months after the fact, and the new hires don’t even know his real name - they’re examining a woman’s body found in the Scrubs, and Sherlock Holmes arrives with John Watson at his side in a flurry of pomposity and non-invitation, his posh air coming in on the wind and rankling Anderson’s good humor. He growls and steps forward, prepared for the inevitable confrontation, puffing himself up.
“Anderson,” Sherlock says expectantly. Behind him, John Watson is watching the exchange, looking wary, zipping up his coveralls. “Let’s get this charade over with, shall we?”
“Charade?” Anderson scoffs. “I’m about to ask you, for the umpteenth time to not make everything we find in this case completely unusable in court ( ... )
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