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A princely prize
Sherlock had a veil over his face as he was brought to his new home. He would marry King Lestrade. Mycroft had struck a deal with him, it was only going to happen if Mycroft traded his young virgin brother to the king. Sherlock wouldn’t see him till after the contract was signed and it was time to consumate. He’d never been told about sex so didn’t know what to expect.
He said nothing as Mycroft signed for him and gave his hand to a stranger.
@imdealingwithachild
Ghost plopped herself down straight in the middle of the sidewalk, flat on her back. She was bored and now she wanted everyone to know - by becoming a bother.
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“Don’t you think it would be much easier if we forgot everything I did?”
[Text: Sherlock ] I heard rumor that you get a kick out of hair pulling. That true? -GL
***TEASE SHERLOCK ABOUT HIS HAIR-PULLING THING: ALWAYS ACCEPTING.
*** [ deleted ] fuck you. *** [ deleted ] did jim tell you? *** [ deleted ] i’m going to tell the entire department that you like being handcuffed.
*** [ sent to: dead to me ] why do you ask? *** [ sent to: dead to me ] oh, i see. i appreciate it, but i consider myself married to my work. *** [ sent to: dead to me ] you’re a little worn out for me, anyways.
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A security camera moves and focuses in on the man. Then a text comes through.
[Blocked Number: I can see you.]
[Blocked Number: Im watching you.]
------ ( @imdealingwithachild )
Scotland Yard was not Abendroth’s division. Granted, he worked for MI5 and had been an agent for them for the past few years, meaning any internal problems were his duty to get to the bottom of. Such as this one, where a Political Figure had been assassinated live on air, throwing the public into the throes of panic. However he was used to working in the office, or on his own to gather intelligence, meaning people were not his thing. But now he had been sent in to see what Scotland Yard had been doing to solve this case-- and it was essential that it were the best on the case. Now it was a matter of not having an attack of any sort in front of all of these officers whilst he waited for this Detective Greg Lestrade. He had read his file before embarking on his mission earlier this morning, so he essentially knew everything about the man as if they had been life long friends. Reiterating what he had read a few hours before, he stared at his hands which were clasped together in front of him, elbows resting on his knees.
Therapy
It was quite the sight that walked into the NSY building late in the morning. A tall, broad shouldered man, dressed in what had to be a tailored Tom Ford, and actually prowled downtown the hallway; and an equally well dressed woman at his side. Bright red hair, a blue dress that made a few coppers double take (one immediately turning to call his wife), and heels that might be considered a deadly weapon on their own. The pair moved straight through the desks, the man keeping close and moving in front of the woman at various movements. They passed to the Constables office where the man entered first, before allowing the woman in.
-pokes jim in the ass- (cracckkk)
you wanna start something, use your words.
