Lestrade complied and together, John and Sherlock crouched over the dead body.
"Any abrasions on her wrists?"
"No -- which means they can't have been put on while she was conscious, or if they were, while she was very weak, because otherwise she'd fight against them."
"Very good!" Sherlock seemed impressed. "You've been making some good deductions of your own lately."
"We're still on the obvious detective stuff."
"Obvious detectives notice. Usually they need me to connect the dots. You're dot-connecting on your own." There was a pause, and then Sherlock reached his hand out and ran it over John's brow. "Don't change your expression, John."
"Sher--Sherlock, what are you doing?" John fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Your face could be doing either of two things at this moment. I needed to determine which one it was doing."
"... right, okay then, have you figured it out."
"Yes."
"Than could you take your hands off my face, please?"
"Why?"
He felt John's eyes turn towards the back of the room, and he tuned his ears to find Donovan and Anderson whispering and laughing.
"Ah. Sorry." He dropped his hands and turned back towards the body. "Well, lets get going on the non-obvious, shall we?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The case was closed, and John was helping his friend up the stairs. Sherlock bit his lip, waiting for it...
"You do realize you'd never have been able to solve that case if you hadn't known about her acne."
He released his lip. "Yes, John, I am aware that I may have overlooked what was important or not."
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Re: Sherlock's Eyes
Date: 2012-02-26 03:51 pm (UTC)"Any abrasions on her wrists?"
"No -- which means they can't have been put on while she was conscious, or if they were, while she was very weak, because otherwise she'd fight against them."
"Very good!" Sherlock seemed impressed. "You've been making some good deductions of your own lately."
"We're still on the obvious detective stuff."
"Obvious detectives notice. Usually they need me to connect the dots. You're dot-connecting on your own." There was a pause, and then Sherlock reached his hand out and ran it over John's brow. "Don't change your expression, John."
"Sher--Sherlock, what are you doing?" John fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Your face could be doing either of two things at this moment. I needed to determine which one it was doing."
"... right, okay then, have you figured it out."
"Yes."
"Than could you take your hands off my face, please?"
"Why?"
He felt John's eyes turn towards the back of the room, and he tuned his ears to find Donovan and Anderson whispering and laughing.
"Ah. Sorry." He dropped his hands and turned back towards the body. "Well, lets get going on the non-obvious, shall we?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The case was closed, and John was helping his friend up the stairs. Sherlock bit his lip, waiting for it...
"You do realize you'd never have been able to solve that case if you hadn't known about her acne."
He released his lip. "Yes, John, I am aware that I may have overlooked what was important or not."
"So, I'm not such a bad pair of eyes after all?"
"Lestrade had to tell me about the boots."