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Sherlock Holmes (ifimnothungry) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-04-24 23:55:00

Entry tags:

gil grissom, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Gil Grissom
WHAT: Sherlock Holmes witnesses a crime. Gil Grissom is on duty. Colligo criminals have the worst luck.
WHEN: April 24th; Late Evening
WHERE: Colligo Streets
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock had been leaving the flat every night since John had been sent back home. The first few evenings he had spent with Irene, thankful for the comforting presence that she offered and her willingness to let him reassuring himself that she wouldn't be taken away in the middle of the night by sharing the bed with her, and after that, it had just been a necessity to stay out of an empty flat and distract himself with something other than the substances that he'd sworn off in order to not disappoint those that he knew who remained here again. This evening, Sherlock had headed down to the shopping district, wandering through the shops and pubs that stayed open until the wee hours of the morning trying to find something which would catch his interest long enough to keep him entertained until he was exhausted and could head home and sleep without noticing how empty and quiet the flat seemed now. But after stepping out of the three pub of the evening and getting hit in the face by a puff of smoke from one of the nearby smokers, Sherlock was starting to feel his skin itch and his brain buzz, the distractions not keeping his brain nearly as occupied as it needed to be.

Pausing a moment, gaze shifting briefly to the small group of locals gathered on the curb puffing away at their cigarettes, Sherlock's willpower crumbled briefly. One cigarette wasn't going to kill him, and it was certainly better than turning to another harder.

Stepping over to the crowd, Sherlock questioned quickly whether he could bum one of their cigarettes, taking the one offered to him thankfully along with the light from another of the group and took a deep drag off of it, exhaling in deep satisfaction as he turned his gaze out towards the road, scanning the rest of the gathered crowd before his eyes locked on a pair of guys outside one of the cinemas, the tension and anger in their body language, their threatening postures, and the second before one of them turned, hand heading towards his pocket, Sherlock was moving to grab the shoulders of the people gathered around them to try and pull them back off the street.

Several shots rang out a moment later, echoed by the screams of people on the street as the area emptied as people scattered, leaving the body of one man laying splayed out on the ground as the other with the gun, drenched in the backsplash of the bloody of the man he'd just gunned down, turned on his heel and fled.

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ifimnothungry
2012-04-26 06:38 pm UTC (link)

When Mac had said that they had more in common than Sherlock had been willing to admit, Sherlock hadn't seen it. Of course, he'd also been rather seriously irritated by being actively dismissed at the time, and, being the petty one that he was in those sorts of situations, had merely assumed the worst. But standing in the dumpster, watching the man in front of him as the clear and familiar signs of a problem being worked out flickered over his face only to have the ultimate revelation come yet be concealed at the same time. Obviously he'd figured out what Sherlock had been hoping to not have become an issue. It was impossible for Sherlock not to be able to recognize the same sort of cognitive processes that he witnesses flashing across his own features and his brother's when such a situation arose. And as Sherlock watched him turn and walk towards the gunman's path of retreat, he was waiting for him to be escorted off the scene, but the singular fact that he, instead, asked if he was coming while simultaneously dismissing an underling pretty much settled it.

Mac was right. They were a lot more alike than he had initially realized.

Leaping out of the dumpster and taking careful care not to shed the bits still stuck to his clothes on anything vital, Sherlock rubbed his gloves together over the dumpster to get rid of the garbage that had insisted on sticking before moving to follow Grissom, "There are a limited number of areas back here where they could have stopped the car without it being seen," Sherlock said, frowning as he glanced around the alleyway. "But all they'd need is one."

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