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Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction by vladimirsangel
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
His Decision (BBC Sherlock - Lestrade x Reader)Lestrade sat in his office, his chair turned slightly to the side so he could look out the large window. Sherlock had left a few minutes ago, mumbling about the case that he had just given him and John had hurried off after the brown-haired fellow, having only enough time to offer the D.I. a quick thank you. Now that they were gone, Lestrade couldn’t seem to think of anything to do.His Decision (BBC Sherlock - Lestrade x Reader) by AnimeLover563
Sighing, he stood from his chair and stepped towards the window, watching as the cars drove past outside. For a moment, he wondered what he would be doing if he had chosen to be something other than a detective inspector. His thoughts were quickly broken when a faint knock rattled his office door.
Turning around, Lestrade looked at the closed door and offered a gruff ‘Come in’. The doorknob turned and the door opened. Immediately, his brown eyes locked with a pair of (e/c) ones.
“Hello Inspector,” the female grinned. “I have your coffee. A cream and two sugars, all
Ten Million Eternities Ch. 1 (Sherlock x Reader)Ten Million Eternities Ch. 1 (Sherlock x Reader) by redlipstick444
Sunlight dazzled through the leaves and branches of a nearby beauteous honeysuckle. Beaming down, the sun provided just the perfect amount of lighting for a human being lying on a purple and mint-green colored striped lawn chair, reading a newly-released novel. Splashing from an over-sized chlorine swimming pool occupied by young, excited teenagers celebrating the ending of their current school year and the beginning of their summer vacation drifted over to you, as you simply ignored them, allowing the sounds to integrate themselves with the words of your book, so that in your mind, they became one.
This was wonderful.
Meadowlarks, though a bit strange for making an appearance considering your area of residence, sang virtuous melodies, their sounds worth the price of a heaven-belonging angel's belt. Wind settled itself among the bark of the trees and gently along and over the perfectly-enclosing and shade-providing fence, providing just the exact amount of peacefulness and tranquility
Belated (Sherlock X Mycroft X Sister! Reader)The Holmes' Family, in John's opinion, was the epitome of the saying "expect the unexpected." Highly unusual in their lack of social skills, he wondered how they managed to call the few people they could friends. He supposed he was speaking a bit rashly...it was more the children of the family that startled him. Sherlock, (f/n), and Mycroft's parents seemed almost too normal, it was as though they'd adopted the three strange, now, adults. This all ran through his mind as (f/n) and Mycroft stood at their door on the afternoon of July 19.Belated (Sherlock X Mycroft X Sister! Reader) by LowBattery00
Each sibling had a small box in their hands. (f/n) was the first to speak:
John sighed, Mycroft merely sighed with a shake of the head.
"It's-it's John," he explained as nicely as he could.
"Mm," she responded rather bored, "Very mundane. I'll settle with 'doctor' from here...where is Sherlock?" John pointed behind him,
"Fumbling about with some eyeballs." It occurred to John as they gave a nod and walked in that these were the only
On the East Wind, CabinlockMycroft Holmes slid open a file cabinet’s draw to riffle through its folders. Trust SherlockOn the East Wind, Cabinlock by DragonHaven42
to get stranded in the middle of nowhere the one time he agreed to do a job for him.
He could not send a helicopter because it was likely that his brother and John were being monitored. The elder Holmes brother removed a folder marked ‘charters’ and strode back to his desk. He shuffled through a few papers, noting that they were all known for their efficiency. Unfortunately that was a problem. He needed an obscure airline.
The airline would need to have a limited staff and be in a somewhat vulnerable state. Mycroft sighed in resignation and powered up his laptop. He deplored the machine, and much preferred to work with physically files, but he did not have much of a choice in this situation.
He impatiently accessed the Civil Aviation Authority database and scrolled through the registered airlines before stopping at MJN Air. He clicked on the file and read;
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