Just a quick sequel to my other Torchlock, mostly as an excuse to link the kickass mini-fics the last one spawned!
“Dead for about half an hour, took a direct bullet to the heart, fired from somewhere over there,” Sherlock waved vaguely at the building behind him, never letting his eyes leave the dead man’s face. “Was there any identification found on the body?”
When Lestrade said that they had an unusual situation on their hands, Sherlock had grossly underestimated exactly how unusual it would be. He’d sent John a quick text and climbed in the cruiser without a second thought. Lestrade just kept saying, “He was dead and then he wasn’t,” all the way up the stairs of the old factory. The office door was locked and guarded by two uneasy looking officers. “I don’t know how long I can keep this quiet Sherlock.”
They’d gotten word of an unidentifiable man laying in a pool of still-fresh blood, the back of his head apparently smashed. But by the time the detective and his doctor arrived, the skull of the man was completely intact.
“Captain Jack Harkness. And you are?”
“Working.” The man in front of him crosses his arms, looking annoyed, “And you were supposed to be my work.”
(Totally made my day to see these; just wanted to share.)
Wednesday, February 1
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