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[15 Mar 2010|01:03pm] |
It seemed to be a dark and stormy night within Englands lonely streets. Granted, it wasnt all that Lonely for Doctor John Watson... he knew that somewhere, the one person he seemed to follow constantly without so much a second thought was going to be lurking around somewhere. Sherlock Holmes always seemed to find the best crevasses to hide when he was entailing someone.
He also knew how to keep himself entailed into the chase.... or was it that he still was enthralled with the hunt, reguardless of the fact that he was with Mary...?
He shook his head. Now wasnt the proper time to get into arguements with himself over the logistics of the particular situation. He knew that he had a loyalty to Holmes that he wasnt going to fully come right out to admit to.... besides. He had his mind set on finding Holmes before he got himself into even more mischief. Besides, how much you want to bet the ol' cock forgot his revolver Again... thank heavens he had his spare with him. one revolver wasnt enough...
Coming up in the dark dismal alleyway, he caught sight of Holmes crouched down, and not seeing the guy behind him sneaking just shy of strangling him.
As he snuck up behind the other guy all stealth-like, proceeding to strangle the other man's breath from his body, he couldnt help but wonder if this was a deja-vu feeling almost 6 months earlier....
Holmes paused to light his pipe then, turning just a little to look back. Taking a few small puffs to get it going, before he shook out the match and looked back. "I could have easily handled him, Ol' boy." Sherlock said casually. As though he'd known the man had been there. "Careful now. Wouldn't want to put him out of his misery." He reminded as he rose,s tanding and turning towards his friend. He smiled. "Couldn't stay away, could you? Does the missus know?" He prodded, though as if he wouldn't tease Watson about Mary.
Though, some bit of Sherlock had to admit it hadn't been the same since his 'brother' had moved out. Things were quiet. It was actually hard, not having a 'mother' around, to pester him to get out of bed, and the like. He'd not seen him for a little as well, but he knew now was hardly the time for hugs and affection. He was already casting his gaze on the man he'd been following, as he spoke to the other.
"Did you bring your Revolver? I seem to have misplaced mine..." he glanced back at him, with a slight smirk. 'misplaced' meaning 'purposely left behind' of course. But he knew Watson would check the apartment first, and see his notes, and his revolver left behind.... and know just where to find him. He always did.
Watson rolled his eyes (in a joking manner of course, knowing full well what Holmes was referring to.) He knew him all too well. And Mary understood this too. She knew that he was enthralled with the rush of the hunt. He knew that the excitement and possibility was amongst every corner. Not to mention he knew that if he didnt stay around at some point... Sherlock as bound to get into trouble.
Dropping the guy that he choked unconsious, he handed over the revolver to the other man, "You really need to learn to get a holster for this." he half chastized his partner. Before looking down at the organized chaos that was taking place below. "Small time group working for Moriarity?" he inquired, having followed the fact behind Holmes in a minor sense. The Few times he and Mary stopped to check on him he had watched the new case he had been working on. Not to mention knowing that he would get himself into trouble.
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