#real-scienceofdeduction

[naughtynecromancer]

"Sebby, nooo." Jim whines, moving around in the other man's lap, pretending to try to get away but really rubbing against Seb's leg as the man continues to land his hand on Jim's arse. "Stop 'Bastian, that hurts." He tries to demand, no that he had any room to say, as bratty as he's been recently and given his current position across Seb's lap.

She walks in, staring, wide eyed at the display in front of her. This is.....new. Usually its the other way around, yes he has been riding them both at work hard, sadly not in the fun way and being particularly moody but this was the last thing she is expecting. She walks out silently, she’s dreaming, she fell asleep at her desk, its a day dream, she’ll walk back in and this will all have been some fantasy she had no idea she had. She walks back in. Nope, still there. Walking over the chair by the bed, she settles in to watch the show. 

[tinchuleytiger]

🧠🧠

1: Sebastian is superstitious. He's not the type to act on it, but he was mostly raised by the Irish servants at his father's estate. He spent most of his time with their kids, learning their stories. The Moran home is cared for by generations of Irish settlers who followed the family from Ireland hundreds of years ago and as such, the land is a little 'pocket' of English/Irish culture. Much of the house has Irish symbolism etched into it and most of the servants and people who live on the land follow strange habits. For example, it's habit to touch the door knocker and thank it for guarding the home when you go in. You always walk on the side of the stone paths in the gardens, even if you're walking with someone, so that the fae can walk in the middle. His superstitious side only comes out when he's at the estate. 

2: Sebastian should have been medically discharged after the Tinchuley tiger incident. His father didn't want a cripple for an heir and paid to have him treated by the best plastic surgeons and physical therapists, however. When Seb found out, he stormed Major-General O'Donnell's office and blackmailed him with information about illegal 'parties' that he knew were taking place at O'Donnell's whims. Lets just say that people who went missing in the desert didn't often die, and had other 'uses' after. O'Donnell was forced to let him stay, however that ended his advancement and Sebastian was thrown into suicide mission after suicide mission in order to get rid of the loose end.

[consulting-criminal-network]

Oh good. Life has been so terribly boring while you were away. I began to worry it was permanent this time. -SH

Don’t fall for the same disappearing act twice, my dear, it's unattractive. -JM

Your pet didn’t adequately repell your boredom while I was away? -JM

[limitless-muse]

“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?” Orion asked Sherlock while staring at the place Sherlock was asking him to crawl into.

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[the-naboo-sith]

Sherlock was walking down the pavement, clearly not watching where he was going, trapped inside his own world, mind on the case he had been working recently and not on the present. He accidentally ran into her, pulling him out of his thought. "Oh, I didn't see you." He states, making sure she doesn't fall or anything, say what you will about him, he could be rude at times but he wasn't so bad without being given a reason.

Desdie had been going home, a different route today instead of her usual route, of course London would be rather busy around this hour, foot traffic almost as bad as the motor traffic. She felt herself get bumped into, followed by nearly falling into the street. 

“It’s okay, I should have been a little more careful.” She says. When he helped her to keep her balance, an act that did sort of surprise her she quietly thanks him for the assistance.

[baskerville-incognito]

The Cricket Ball Emerald

As much as Greg hated to admit it, he would need Sherlock’s help with this one. A feeling in his gut told him that the explanation they had put together was missing something. Regardless of what Anderson said about this being open and shut, he just knew it didn’t quite add up, and he was going to get a second opinion. A break in at a jewelry gallery: a fairly standard case for Scotland Yard. Alarms had triggered just after 4 in the morning, when the glass at the front of the building broke. London Met was on the scene within 5 minutes, and Scotland Yard was called about an hour later. Once the store’s clerk arrived, he stated that only one item was missing: a rather large and unique emerald about the size of a cricket ball, valued around a million pounds. However, they had left a diamond- valued at 15 million pounds and not even three feet away- untouched. Why? Lestrade had asked.  ‘He was in a rush, obviously, he didn’t do his research. Probably some amateur,’ Anderson had explained. But to leave no physical evidence?  The scene was free from footprints, fingerprints, even hair... eerily immaculate. This was far from an amateur. Hesitantly, Lestrade ducked into his car, pulling out his phone and ringing the consulting detective. A brief moment of silence on the other end prompted him to speak. “Err... There’s something I’d like you to take a look at,” Lestrade muttered. He gave the detective the address, and waited for him to arrive, earning an irritated glare from Anderson. @real-scienceofdeduction

[lesscaringintheafterglow]

Their Saving Grace

@real-scienceofdeduction

He could not stop grinning at his husband or the tiny pink bundle in his arms, dark eyes full of wonder and love for the both of them, though the smaller one he had only met days before. The pregnancy had gone smoothly, both of them helping their best friend and surrogate out as much as she would allow, stubborn thing that she was. Both of them hovering around her the last month of her pregnancy, both there when she went into labor a week early.

Now, it was finally time to take their daughter home. Alyx Grace Moriarty-Holmes. Their daughter. Still amazing to even hear those words together. Walking into the flat, holding her, he cooed softly to her. “And this is our home.” He tells the sleeping child softly as he looks around, gasping in wonder.

“Dear god, you cleaned.” He smiles up at him in wonder. The dusty piles were gone, weapons on the highest shelf, body parts and chemicals up much higher. The consulting detective’s version of baby proofing.

[naughtynecromancer]

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

She sighs deeply, its hard to even articulate how she’s feeling right now let alone explain. “Thank you for that.” She says softly, resting her head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around him. She knows that she needs him. That’s something, right?