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Sherlock smirked. “Well then, where shall we begin?” he asked smugly, crossing his legs.

Jim puckered his lips playfully, stopping his slow pacing around the others chair just as he reached his side. And in one move forward he had himself bent painfully close to his ear, the softness of his breathe rolling over his accent as he spoke against Sherlock’s skin. “Eager, are we?” He croons, his smile burning against the sharp cut of the others face.

He let the words wash over him for a moment, not moving a muscle as Jim leaned in closer to him. Instead he savored the steady flow of adrenaline that was the norm in the presence of the consulting criminal. Finally he made the subtlest of movements forward, little more than a slight twitch of muscles. “You tell me,” Sherlock replied in a low whisper, a smirk implied in his tone.

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He perked his eyes open at the comment, then glanced down at his bundle of mushrooms before shrugging lazily and pushing himself forward, his steps quickening to keep up with Sherlock’s. “Oi, no’ if you know your way round. And you happen to have run into an expert,” Pippin complimented himself, puffing his chin out slightly as they went. 

Sherlock looked unimpressed with the hobbit’s conjecture. “Is that so?” he replied with a light smirk. “How fortunate.” Yet in spite of his sarcasm he was at least thankful to have some sort of guide, rather than wandering aimlessly through the woods, even though he imagined finding his way couldn’t be as difficult as the hobbit claimed.

“So what’s so exciting about this bit of woods then?” he inquired after a moment.

The Adventure of the Speckled Hound

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“Jenks, is the scum of the earth, and the only person I would ever go out of my way to kill.” Anderson replied, “He’s everything I could possibly hate bodied, and he will die.’ Anderson looked at his phone as it beeped, before putting it away, and pushing his glasses up his nose, before tucking his hand away because he actually wasn’t wearing glasses. 

“A positively moving soliloquy Anderson. I’ll take it as a future confession,” he replied, unperturbed but the sudden outburst. “However, if we could just get to the murder at hand..” He stopped abruptly as he spotted something glittering in the grass nearby. With a few quick steps he walked over & snatched the item up, though not before examining its exact position in the grass. It was a simple brass dog whistle.

“Now you say you haven’t noticed anyone here aside from the Police?” he didn’t wait for an answer before holding up the object up for Anderson to see. “Do you happen to know what this is?” he asked, hardly able to keep the excitement out of his voice.

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Molly was astounded, it had been so long since she’d been able to just enjoy something and when he asked her if she was having fun she had a hard time replying. She couldn’t really find the words to describe how amazing the entire night was.  

“It’s lovely” she beamed. 

He offered a relaxed smile in answer before returning his gaze to the stage. They remained in comfortable silence for the majority of the performance, aside from the laughter & occasional, rather loudly whispered comments. Sherlock even took to muttering deductions about various cast & audience members that happened to be particularly absurd.

“See the man three seats to your left?” he asked at one point, nudging her gently. “He’s been in a row with his wife about bringing his pet guinea pig to celebrate its birthday.” His voice held no tone of joking as he waited for her response. 

The Detective in the Funny Hat | Sherlock & Irene

For the past week it seemed to Sherlock as though the days were melding together into one big indiscernible mess of boredom & lethargy. After 8 days of such inactivity he decided he had to get out of the flat, if only to categorize types of mud & dirt around London, though his list was already extensive & mostly complete to his knowledge. Yet as he was tying his scarf & preparing to leave Mrs. Hudson burst in announcing in an excited & roundabout way that there was a client at the door. He nonchalantly asked her to show them in & then perched in a moderately professional manner in his usual chair, waiting patiently for a potential & more than welcome, end to his boredom.

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Sherlock smirked. “Well then, where shall we begin?” he asked smugly, crossing his legs.

A Trip Down the Rabbit Hole | Sherlock & Jim

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The streets of London dull around Jim as he sways down the sidewalk, looking over the people around him and gazing at the world as though its true reality was a piece of wallpaper covering up something else. And as he turns up into a building of flats so dull and plain the sag in his shoulders edge him into a calm sort of impressive against it all, his humming echoing against the boring decor that follows them up the flight of stairs. 

“Home sweet home,” he flourishes, just as they make it over the threshold, his  mantra an echo of the finely furnished complex gleaming back at him like a reprieve to the humdrum of the entire building. And his smile, so simple and complacent, shallows the air dangerously. 

Though his gaze seems to remain firmly on Jim as they walk, he can’t help take in all that’s around him simultaneously. The snatches of conversation, the smells, & even brief glances of the people about them, he notices it all & yet it pales in comparison to the interest the consulting criminal walking ahead of him holds.

Once they reach Jim’s flat Sherlock glances around in appreciation & in interest not for the decor but for the obvious signs of living despite the flat’s pristine appearance. A person’s living space after all could say so much about them. It was often like looking into a person’s head.

He turns to see Jim smiling in a way that intrigues him in a manner that he can’t quite place. He offers a small smirk in return before removing his coat & hanging it up as casually as though he’d been there a thousand times.

“Rather cozy for you isn’t it?” he comments vaguely as he turns to him.

A Trip Down the Rabbit Hole | Sherlock & Jim

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The air grows colder with the breeze as he sways between their closeness and gentle laughter leaves him between still-grinning lips. “Intimate yes, of course,” Jim coos, and his shoulders seem to shiver with giddy excitement at the sudden comment.  ”In a hurry are we, dear? Though it has been three years,” he mutters, Thin fingers coming up to run over his upper lip, and with a deliberate slowness his eyes roll over the length of his favorite genius.

“Suppose we should toddle off,” he notes with a slow puckering of his lips, and without warning he turns on his heels and flicks his wrist in a silent gesture to be followed. “Off we go love, daddy hasn’t got all day~”

Sherlock still maintains the calm smile, though his eyes betray him with a silent excitement, an electricity that spread through him as he carefully watched the criminal. He studied the other’s fingers as he brought them up to his mouth, not having gotten a proper look at them until now.

“Lead the way,” he muttered, though Jim had already started walking. He stuck his hands in his coat pockets, quite content to follow him. Normally it was true that he would have preferred meeting with him somewhere that he had more control over the situation, but it wasn’t every day that London’s greatest criminal mind rose from the grave.

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She could feel his eyes on her, a fact that hardly seemed to bother her. It was annoying, to feel his eyes boring into her back, but with a small shrug Raguel continued to work, the whirring of the machines and the sensitivity of the chemicals in her hands, demanded no less of her.

He knew at this point she was probably more than aware of him watching her, but being still in the midst of attempting to work out what was off about her he didn’t relinquish his gaze just yet. However, when a few more minutes passed & he seemed no closer to any kind of a result he instead leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin, eyes half closed, signifying deep thought. The case at hand, he remembered, was naturally more important than any small change in Molly’s person.

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“Sherlock. Glad to see you still in one piece.”

“Were you expecting otherwise? Didn’t realize my younger sister had such a lack of faith in my skills,” he smirked.