ask-mycroft:
I’m Staying Alive..: January 6th, 2012
ask-irene-adler:
ask-anthea:
Apparently Sherlock Holmes didn’t always hate birthdays. As a child, he wanted to be a pirate, after all. Being employed by his brother, I’ve heard quite a few ‘interesting’ tales from said childhood. I bought him what I believe to be a thoughtful little…
My patience had been torn at the much smaller male as I strolled into the room, umbrella clenched tightly hand as though I’d be needing it soon.
I wasn’t exactly aware of this little get together until the other day when Gregory informed me of it. Apparently Dr. Watson held the promise Sherlock forced upon him not to invite me. I could have been fine either way, luckily a quick phone call and his present had arrived accordingly.
I tossed a knit hat claimed from his childhood box into Sherlock’s lap. His lip curled upward at the sight before carelessly flicking it to the floor.
“You’ll catch your death in this weather,” I said, or as he would put it, ‘playing mother.’ “London does not tend to the well being of a bald man.” My nod came in the direction of Anthea. “Good evening, Anthea. You look ravishing, as always.” And a final hello to Ms. Adler. “And where is Gregory this evening?”
I shook my head. This entire thing is insane! This is a real, honest-to-God crime scene and they’re turning it into a party! I finished snapping pictures of the body and interviewing witnesses, then stalked over to where the group had gathered.
“Shame on you all,” I snapped at the group that had gathered. “This is a crime scene. Someone was murdered here, and you lot are turning into an excuse to tease the Freak about his birthday!” I glared around at the assembled group. “I would expect all of you to know better! If you wanted to lure him out that bad, tell him a murder had taken place somewhere else, but using a real murder is tactless, rude, and disgusting.”
Eventually, I noticed the short man trying to slip away, and some sort of recognition clicked in my brain. “T-that’s James Moriarty,” I said, more out of shock than any need for confirmation of his identity. A moment later, my mind snapped into focus, and my baton was in my hand and I was moving after him before I fully registerd what I was doing.
“You’re under arrest. Lie down and place your hands over your head!”
(Source: ask-sherlock)
2:02 pm • 7 January 2012 • 12 notes
Anonymous asked: What are your feelings towards Anderson?
He’s a colleague and a friend. Despite what a certain Freak would have you believe.
—SD
2:30 pm • 6 January 2012 • 1 note
Anonymous asked: Sergeant Donovan, I wanted to know what are your thoughts about "the Scandal" case? I mean do you know something about it at all, because you've been awfully quiet about that.
My knowledge of the case is limited to what’s public information, and what I’ve gleaned from the Freak and his elder brother, Adler, and Moriarty from here on tumblr—officially speaking, I wasn’t part of the case. None of the Yard was—it was dealt with by government agencies above our heads.
As far as my thoughts on it, let’s just say that it goes to show that anyone can make a mistake, and that no one is perfect.
—SD
7:02 pm • 4 January 2012
I’m having it grow back in certain tufts. And it has a code encrypted. You should try to find out what it says. - SH
Considering I don’t see you often at all (though still too often for my tastes) that would require you posting images of the hair-code. I’m not a psychic.
—SD
7:05 pm • 3 January 2012 • 3 notes
ask-anthea asked: Unfortunately, sometimes it would seem you do need him. We all do. I'm still getting used to his new look. - A
As much as I hate to admit it, yes, sometimes we do. And don’t worry—he’ll get bored and let it grow back eventually.
—SD
6:53 pm • 3 January 2012 • 1 note
ask-anthea asked: Enjoying the new year so far, Sergeant Donovan?- A
As much as can be expected, yes. The usual work at the Yard, though nothing so horrid that Lestrade has seen fit to call in the Freak—or at least, if he has he’s kept it from me. So that’s good, on a number of levels.
—SD
5:17 pm • 3 January 2012 • 1 note
ask-anthea:
Not me, actually.
And I’m a bit hurt, Dr. Watson.
- A
Doesn’t look anything like you, even.
—SD
(Source: lbmisscharlie)
3:52 pm • 2 January 2012 • 13 notes
ask-anthea asked: Any excitement for you on New Year's? I don't believe any small wars broke out, so things were quiet enough for the elder Mr. Holmes and I. - A
Just the usual New Year’s Eve riff-raff. Attempted arson with fireworks, burglary of various stores, public mischief. Nothing too bad. Glad you had a quiet evening. —SD
1:08 pm • 1 January 2012 • 1 note
