#thesilverinspector

[i-am-hamishwatsonholmes]

+ thesilverinspector

"Oh -- Lestrade, hello. Father's not in at the moment, I'm afraid."

[lucinda-holmes]

((Closed RP- thesilverinspector))

It was rare that Lucy ventured into Scotland Yard, but with one of the kids being ill and Sherlock having re-arranged the flat again, she headed in Scotland Yard on the look out for the curly haired consultant. Brushing back her dark brown hair, she asked at the front desk when she arrived "Hello, do you know where I can find Sherlock Holmes? Or Detective Inspector Lestrade?" she asked kindly, and after a nod from the receptionist, she was shown the way. Of course, many were confused to see a strange woman in the Scotland Yard offices. Reaching DI Lestrade's office, she knocked, wondering if he could be any help. God knows where her husband was. Probably the morgue, but Lucy was the squeamish type. A confirmation on where her husband was would put the woman's mind at rest.

[floralprintsandcorpses-blog]

"Oh! Hi. I, uh, didn't see you there."

[captainjoanna-blog]

Addiction AU with thesilverinspector

The days were a blur now. Whether it was down to her painkillers or alcohol, Jo was rarely in possession of her faculties. Since Sherlock, getting through the day without a little something to help was impossible. Admittedly she had been helping Greg out on cases, but it wasn't the same. 

There was still that consulting detective sized hole in her heart that nothing could fill. Although the drugs came close. Luckily no one had noticed so far, but it was only a matter of time. 

Yawning (a side effect of the painkillers), Jo padded up the stairs to Greg's office, limbs feeling like jelly. God she was tired. How long had it been since she had slept properly? How long since her sleep had not been interrupted by nightmares, or brought on by a few bottles of wine? 

"Mornin' Greg. You wanted my help with something?"

[captainjoanna-blog]

Sherlock and John- Shopping

Sherlock, do you need anything while I'm out? -JW

Vinegar, food bags, a ball of string. If possible, a katana, please. -SH

I fear Tesco's lack Japanese swords. Is there anything sensible? -JW

A long letter needs to be written. Just a few kitchen knives could work though. -SH

No it doesn't and no they won't. I am not buying you kitchen knives. -JW

Come on, I need them for an experiment. And no, I'm not telling you what it is. -SH

Sherlock. If you need kitchen knives, get them yourself. -JW

But you're already out. Besides, I'm too busy to go shopping. -SH

Too busy blowing up the kitchen, no doubt. All right, fine. What kind of kitchen knives? -JW

Ideally seven inch cleavers please. -SH

I'll see what I can do. Do we need milk? -JW

Maybe a hacksaw while you're at it. -SH

SHERLOCK HOLMES I AM NOT BUYING YOU A HACKSAW. YOU ARE LUCKY I AM GETTING YOU BLOODY KITCHEN KNIVES. -JW

I don't know. You normally have it, not me. You should have checked before you left. -SH

I've been at work! I don't know if you've used the last of the milk or not! -JW

Fine. I'll look. In future, stock up on the milk. Why won't you get me a hacksaw? I need one. -SH

What were you even doing with the milk? It's always disappearing. I am not getting you a hacksaw because it's you. You do not need one. I'm sure you'll live without one. -JW 

It's not my fault the milk somehow makes it's way down the drain or is used in my experiments. That hacksaw is vital to my work. I need one ASAP.

No. No hacksaws. That is final. -JW

And if you have set fire to one of my jumpers in a strop, I will kill you in your sleep. -JW

Come on, you know I would never do anything like that. Incidentally, you never liked that Christmas one Mrs Hudson got you, did you? -SH

Sherlock! I actually did! It was comfortable. That's it. I'm buying more jumpers. And a lock for my wardrobe. -JW

Then surely you won't be able to access your *ahem* sexual stimulants. -SH

My God. You really will stop at nothing, won't you? -JW

Well, no. You really are too easy to wind up. -SH

Shut up. -JW

I'm not getting you the kitchen knives. -JW

[captainjoanna-blog]

thesilverinspector- A Case

Jo sighed, and grabbed at her jacket. There had been an urgent call from Lestrade, asking her to drag Sherlock to New Scotland Yard for a case they were working on. 

As per usual, he had sulked and refused to go. Therefore Joanna was forced to go on her own, despite knowing she wouldn't be much use and Sherlock would only call her an idiot, and every other synonym of stupid that he knew. There were a lot, as his vocabulary was vast. 

The cab ride was quiet, and gave Jo time to think. She hadn't been given much information, only being told that there had been a murder, and there was no apparent motive nor evidence. 

Sighing again, she exited the cab, and walked into Scotland yard, which she swore was her second home at the moment. 

"Here to see Lestrade," she explained to the receptionist, who she recognized slightly, before slipping away up the stairs to his office, stopping to grab two coffees from the vending machine. 

"Before you declare everlasting and undying love for me, it's only the office sludge." She smiled and placed one down in front of him. 

"What have you got?"

[captainjoanna-blog]

I managed to convince Matt to get an RP blog. He's never RP'd before, but he's a great writer. Go show him some love, guys!