Fill: The Little Things 1/2livia_caricaOctober 8 2010, 13:38:43 UTC
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When Sherlock had finished hacking into the Marylebone Magistrates court computers to wipe all records of a pending Anti Social Behaviour Order for one Dr. John H. Watson of 221B Baker Street, he defragged the laptop’s hard drive and installed a virus protection program. Just because John could only type with two fingers didn’t mean that he shouldn’t be protected. Before he erased all evidence that he’d even been using the laptop, he backed up all the files to a flash drive, including offline copies of John’s blog, and made sure the drivers were up to date.
He was just closing the lid when he heard the door downstairs slam and John’s distinctive footprints clumping up the stairs. By the time John was hanging up his coat, Sherlock was putting the kettle on and rinsing out the teapot.
*~|~*John had stoically taken a bullet to the shoulder for Queen and Country, but he was whining like a six year old at the amount of blood seeping from the gash on his head
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Fill: The Little Things 2/2livia_caricaOctober 8 2010, 13:38:59 UTC
When Harry’s divorce was finalized, the late night phone calls came frequently. John’s frustration after these calls was evident in his hunched shoulders and clenched jaw and he would brood for hours, his brow pulled low.
Sherlock took to sitting in the chair nearest the phone to do his reading, and because she was predictable and called within the same 15 minutes each night, he managed to intercept nearly all of her calls.
“Need to speak to John.” Slurred, judging from the noise in the background still in a bar somewhere. She didn’t believe him when he told her John was not available and she knew some inventive expletives, he’d give her that.
“Well, I’ll be sure to give him the message, although I will probably have to leave out most of the references to male genitalia, and the dubious and possibly illegal sexual practices. But otherwise, it’s been a delight.”
When John came through from the kitchen with his supper and asked who was on the phone, Sherlock shrugged and didn’t look up from his book.
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When Sherlock had finished hacking into the Marylebone Magistrates court computers to wipe all records of a pending Anti Social Behaviour Order for one Dr. John H. Watson of 221B Baker Street, he defragged the laptop’s hard drive and installed a virus protection program. Just because John could only type with two fingers didn’t mean that he shouldn’t be protected. Before he erased all evidence that he’d even been using the laptop, he backed up all the files to a flash drive, including offline copies of John’s blog, and made sure the drivers were up to date.
He was just closing the lid when he heard the door downstairs slam and John’s distinctive footprints clumping up the stairs. By the time John was hanging up his coat, Sherlock was putting the kettle on and rinsing out the teapot.
*~|~*John had stoically taken a bullet to the shoulder for Queen and Country, but he was whining like a six year old at the amount of blood seeping from the gash on his head ( ... )
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Sherlock took to sitting in the chair nearest the phone to do his reading, and because she was predictable and called within the same 15 minutes each night, he managed to intercept nearly all of her calls.
“Need to speak to John.” Slurred, judging from the noise in the background still in a bar somewhere. She didn’t believe him when he told her John was not available and she knew some inventive expletives, he’d give her that.
“Well, I’ll be sure to give him the message, although I will probably have to leave out most of the references to male genitalia, and the dubious and possibly illegal sexual practices. But otherwise, it’s been a delight.”
When John came through from the kitchen with his supper and asked who was on the phone, Sherlock shrugged and didn’t look up from his book.
“Wrong number.”
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