#dearjim

[agentmarcuspike]

I would crack down if you said "Men du.... Oslo er litt fint om sommeren da." or just something equally random and casual.

Oh my god. Give me the strength and courage.

[agentmarcuspike]

You're gonna let a Swedish guy talk shit about our awesome country???

I can’t... I just..n can’t... tell him.... he thinks I’m one of them.....

also he might get embarrassed and that’d make me embarrassed and do i tell him in swedish or norwegian like... “oh and btw fOOOOOOL!”

[tigersscars]

@dearjim

Two and a half months. The same goddamn thing. Sabine was beginning to doubt his mental capacity. He never failed to pay her well even though she was doing next to nothing, going stir-crazy between jobs.  [sms] It’s done. Housekeepers will find him in the morning. [sms] Is there anything else you need? [sms] At all?

[dearjim-deactivated20160131]

Office Romance

Getting in touch with her hadn’t been all that difficult. It seemed that the IT department was one man short once he inherited quite a sum of money and fucked off (killing him would’ve made for a suspicious case), which meant that Jim had arrived at just the right moment to hand in his CV. After that he just had to initiate some contact with her and it seemed that the safest way to go would be her blog. His personality was now that of a shy and careful (but oh so sweet and nice) man which meant that going down to the morgue to chat her up for the first time would be very out of character for him. 

A few choice words and an invitation over the internet later, Jim was sat in the canteen and apparently anxiously waiting for Molly Hooper. There were two mugs on the table, one cup for Jim and one for Molly, along with some sugar and milk. He wasn’t quite sure how she liked her coffee, but at least everything she would need would be in front of her. His back was to the door, which was intentional, but he was listening intently to the sound of it opening. 

[oraculumin-a]

This was terrible, probably the worst thing that could have happened. She didn’t know anyone had been reading her blog, of all things- which was why she had talked about things so freely, under the impression that she was just off rambling to herself. And that was post too! She had forgotten to refer to Sherlock as You-Know-Who, and now this complete stranger probably knew about her crush, which was even more embarrassing. But he had asked for coffee. This man.. Jim. From IT? She didn’t even know Barts had an IT department. Much less an IT department that worked night shifts. What could be so important that they had to have a night shift? Ridiculous.

Molly bit the inside of her cheek, glancing at her reflection in the mirror, whilst waiting for the elevator to get to the right floor. She turned, slightly, her brow furrowed as she checked out her profile. What was wrong with her nose? He had commented about it. “The one with the nose” God it was driving her mad. Molly huffed as she left the elevator, after it dinged, and marched over to the canteen. It was midnight, there weren’t many people around to begin with. And there he was, sat in one of the chairs in the corner, with two cups of coffee infront of him. His back was to her; he was dark haired and lean. “Jim?” Molly tried, as she approached the table. “Jim from.. IT? From.. the blog?”

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