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detective mac taylor tells it like it is. (notasir) wrote in colligo_threads,

John Watson. Mac was currently sitting in a bar, having a drink with Doctor John Watson. If anyone had tried telling him that such a thing would ever happen, he never would have believed it. After all, everyone knew that the man wasn't real. He was a fictional character in a series of stories, created by one of - in Mac's personal opinion, at least - the greatest literary contributors in history.

Yet, apparently, in the strange little city where realities intermingled, John Watson was very much real. And currently was sitting beside him at a bar, sipping on a beer and wanting to discuss Sherlock Holmes. Which, if Mac was being perfectly honest, was probably the least unusual bit about the entire surreal situation.

Still. Mac hadn't served in the military for as long as he had, nor been the head of the New York Crime Lab, without learning how to hold his own in situations that seemed completely unrealistic. He wasn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve and certainly wasn't about to start voicing his disbelief about someone's claim to being real versus his understanding of their fictional status, either. Particularly not in a place like Colligo where he had already come across many things that simply should not exist yet clearly, without a shadow of a doubt, did. So, while still somewhat uncertain whether or not this was the Doctor John Watson or not, he kept all of that to himself and simply focused on enjoying the meeting for what it was. Because even if this wasn't the fictional character somehow come to life, clearly the man was interesting and, if nothing else, was very close with someone who was apparently the Sherlock Holmes. Or at least a damn close facsimile.

Taking a sip of his own beer, Mac couldn't help but grin a bit when John brought the man up much like he'd expected. He supposed, from the doctor's perspective, it likely was a little odd that someone else got on well enough with the consulting detective. After all, Sherlock wasn't exactly a people person and certainly had no qualms in pointing out the flaws in those around him. However, Mac really didn't have a reason for why Sherlock seemed to think highly of him and decided that was probably the best route to take. Honesty, plain and to the point, rarely led him astray.

Shrugging slightly, he tossed the man beside him a small, modest sort of grin. "I'm not sure what you want me to say, John," he admitted. "He showed up at my crime scene, we talked through the evidence, and eventually settled on a likely suspect. Was he a little full of himself?" Mac shrugged. "Sure. But he knows his stuff and I'm not all that interested in who breaks the case as long as the end results are the same."