(OMG two of my favourite shows in one prompt! Oh it’s Christmas!!)
There were twenty bodies in the carriage, no discernable pattern to age or race or sex. It was bloody carnage, so severe in fact that half the CSU was vomiting in the shrubbery and the other half were praying and/or weeping.
Sherlock could not have been less pleased.
“Let’s go John, I do believe that the police can get on without us just this once.”
Seeing the remains, couldn’t think of them as people, not now, John couldn’t even make a token objection. He had enough nightmares, thank you very much, and didn’t particularly relish the idea of collecting new ones.
“What?” Lestrade sputtered, “You’re leaving? I thought this would be just your thing!”
“This?” Sherlock gestured to the mess as if it were beneath him. “I do hope your people are not so incompetent that you need me for this.”
There was nothing D.I. Lestrade could say without implying he thought his people were incompetent, so he simply sighed as Sherlock and John hurried away.
“Sherlock?” John asks when they’re finally tucked away in a cab and headed for home.
“Hmmm?”
“Why didn’t you help them? Scene like that, seems we might want to prevent that from happening again.”
Sherlock looked up from his phone for a moment, the look on his face so incredulous as to border on insulted. “I intend to ensure such a thing does not happen again John, I’m not a monster.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve got it well in hand John, nothing to worry about.”
To: Mycroft From: Sherlock
Our cousins are at it again. 20 bodies in the city, noticeable exsanguination. Very big mess. Am not assisting police at this time as cover-up seems unlikely.
Tell Mitchell he still owes me 20 quid and a new skull.
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Fill - Family Troubles
Date: 2011-01-24 05:28 pm (UTC)There were twenty bodies in the carriage, no discernable pattern to age or race or sex. It was bloody carnage, so severe in fact that half the CSU was vomiting in the shrubbery and the other half were praying and/or weeping.
Sherlock could not have been less pleased.
“Let’s go John, I do believe that the police can get on without us just this once.”
Seeing the remains, couldn’t think of them as people, not now, John couldn’t even make a token objection. He had enough nightmares, thank you very much, and didn’t particularly relish the idea of collecting new ones.
“What?” Lestrade sputtered, “You’re leaving? I thought this would be just your thing!”
“This?” Sherlock gestured to the mess as if it were beneath him. “I do hope your people are not so incompetent that you need me for this.”
There was nothing D.I. Lestrade could say without implying he thought his people were incompetent, so he simply sighed as Sherlock and John hurried away.
“Sherlock?” John asks when they’re finally tucked away in a cab and headed for home.
“Hmmm?”
“Why didn’t you help them? Scene like that, seems we might want to prevent that from happening again.”
Sherlock looked up from his phone for a moment, the look on his face so incredulous as to border on insulted. “I intend to ensure such a thing does not happen again John, I’m not a monster.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve got it well in hand John, nothing to worry about.”
To: Mycroft
From: Sherlock
Our cousins are at it again. 20 bodies in the city, noticeable exsanguination. Very big mess. Am not assisting police at this time as cover-up seems unlikely.
Tell Mitchell he still owes me 20 quid and a new skull.
~SH