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This is the crisis I knew had to come

Nov 23, 2011 16:10

Who: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
When: Early afternoon, November 22nd
Where: Sector 4, more specifically, an old cat lady's house that has more in it than it seems.
Summary: After a lot of investigation stunted by the city's endless distractions, Sherlock and John finally track down the serial killer the police dubbed "Lefty."
Warnings: ( Read more... )

sherlock holmes, john watson

Comments 34

sittingtype November 23 2011, 22:05:23 UTC

John could hear Sherlock and nodded, staying tight-lipped about the smell that was coming from her house and was, admittedly, more preoccupied with stopping a furry assault from an affectionate cat, one that was determined to wind itself around his feet. Bloody cats.

"Got it. I'll uh, make something up about flu vaccinations." He said, edging around and trying to shake off the feline. It wouldn't be that strange a subject to talk about with Mrs. Hendricks and the pistol he was carrying would be well out of her sight too. "It's the season and all that."

caveatwalls November 24 2011, 02:57:21 UTC

"Rabies shot might be the more logical choice at this point." Sherlock looked down to see the cats congregating around John. "Hm. Probably smell another animal on you." Only slightly passive aggressive.

After ringing the doorbell, Sherlock stepped off the porch and began examining the overgrown lawn.

"Large, wet indentations in the grass. Not from us, since we used the path, not from the homeowner; she doesn't get out enough. And..." Hunched over, Sherlock followed the footprints to the side of the house. By his feet, there was a window to the basement, just large enough for a person to slip through.

sittingtype November 24 2011, 16:51:23 UTC

"Behave." John hissed as the window blinds twitched and he waited for Hendricks. As Sherlock wandered off, he reached into his coat and tossed a treat into the long blades of grass, sending the cats at his feet into a hurried frenzy. Positive reinforcement for Blackheath was proving to be more useful than he originally thought.

He listened to Sherlock as he listed off his observations and his curiosity was piqued when he trailed off.

"What was that?"

caveatwalls November 24 2011, 21:24:03 UTC

Sherlock moved swiftly through the shadows and reappeared on the porch when he heard someone fumbling with the lock.

"Someone's been going through the basement window. Someone more sprightly than a ninety year old. Could be a plumber, could have been robbed. Can't jump to conclusions yet."

He straightened his posture and put on a more friendly face when the door opened. Several more cats darted out between the legs of the old woman there, who could only be Opal Hendricks.

"Hello?" Overly loud voice. Hearing problems. Sherlock's eyes darted to John, deciding to let him do the talking. For now.

sittingtype November 24 2011, 22:05:32 UTC

"Something we can bring up with her, I suppose." John murmured as the elderly woman in question struggled with the lock. As soon as the door opened and the cats dispersed, he rose to the occasion and smiled politely.

"Ahh, Mrs. Hendricks?" He raised his voice and held out his hand. "My name's Doctor Watson. I've just popped round to discuss your flu vaccination - er, may we come in?"