March 14, 2012   1 note

gracepage-deactivated20120405 asked: Should I take that as a threat?

Depends on how you play your cards.

March 14, 2012   1 note

The Game Begins | Molly Hooper

Sebastian sighed as Molly droned on about this or that, occasionally saying “Oh yes,” and “That’s interesting,” as needed. Who would have thought that getting to Sherlock would be such a drag? Molly seemed to be finished talking for the time being, which at least gave Sebastian some peace. The sun had long since set and Sebastian was anxious to see Sherlock face-to-face.

“So, yeah, I was up in the Scottish highlands recently,” Sebastian said, trying to redirect the conversation into something more his style, “Beautiful place, really. Has some great views. Part of this whole thing to reinvent myself. Life is too short to sit around being bored all the time, you know? I mean, I’d like to make my crime hobby into a full-time thing, but I just wouldn’t know where to start.”

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Introductions in Order | Sebastian

Sebastian turned up his collar to the wind and cupped a cigarette in his hands as he stood outside the infamous Baker Street headquarters of Sherlock Holmes, the presumed-dead consulting detective. He lit his cigarette and let it burn for a moment before taking a long drag. According to the files, the easiest way to get close to Sherlock was to fly under his radar. Don’t meet him face-to-face.

“Well, let’s see,” Sebastian pulled out his phone and browsed through a few folders of files on Sherlock and Co. before stopping on the file of Miss Molly Hooper: works in the morgue at St. Bart’s, devoted to Sherlock, and recent recurring strings of bad relationships. Sebastian smiled. This stuff was gold.

He hailed a cab and told the cabbie Molly’s address. He sat in silence for the entire ride, save answering a few questions the cabbie asked. Once they were within a block of Molly ‘s flat, Sebastian called the cabbie to a stop and jumped out. He casually walked until he was within a few meters of her front door when he cleared his throat and knocked on the door.

“Excuse me,” he called through the door. “My car got a flat about two blocks down the road and I was wondering if I could use your phone to ring my friend up.”