Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 2, 2012 21:08:38 GMT
No thank you. It'll have to be entirely devoid of pink before I'll go near it.
*wrinkles his nose*
*determined to get water on his own, he slides his glass toward him. The table is high enough that he doesn't have to bend over much to get to the straw, and when he does, he drinks gratefully before straightening back up and continuing to stubbornly eat his soup*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 2, 2012 21:15:21 GMT
Your loss.
*She takes a bite of the steak.*
I have been eating like a horse all week, it's ridiculous. I had twelve Madeleine cakes last night. Twelve. And I kept it all down. I'm going to be the size of a house soon.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 2, 2012 23:45:27 GMT
Well, they do say "eating for two", and not incorrectly. Added body fat is necessary when dealing with something like that. Apparently.
*finishes his soup in silence, exhausted and feverish, and having to focus on what he's doing*
To my room, then?
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 3, 2012 10:45:13 GMT
Oh Sherlock, you are keen.
*She gives a playful wink, drains the last of her virgin cocktail and stands up, straightening the hemline of her red-dress*
After you sweetheart. I'll meet you at the lifts - I just need to speak to our 'garcon'.
*She strides off towards the waiter, and starts to speak to him very quickly in French. He is nodding gravely, and when Harry returns, she seems happy with the arrangement*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 3, 2012 14:02:51 GMT
*Sherlock rolls to the lift, still getting strange looks--here is a man who, if he weren't in a wheelchair and had longer hair could almost be the famous Sherlock Holmes! He is irritated at the staring, but the strain of today's travel and the still-fluctuating body temperature have exhausted him and while his mind wants to work, his body insists on sleep*
*goes up to his room, and much to his distress, Quinn helps him into bed, though he manages to squirm into his own nightclothes*
*he is nearly asleep in spite of himself when Harry enters, causing him to jerk awake, which is, because of his healing ribs and back, almost painful*
Finally decided to come up, I see.
*he is shivering and foggy-eyed from his carefully-monitored fever*
What have you found out? I doubt very much that your conversation with the garcon was entirely social.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 3, 2012 16:52:25 GMT
None of your business, is what I found out.
*She slips her shoes off and walks with soft steps over to the kettle, beginning to make herself a camomile tea*
*She's not quite sure why she won't tell Sherlock how she bribed the waiter to stop a list of people from knowing she's here - Dimmock included, but she knows she isn't going to.*
Can I get you anything?
*She bends down to rub her sore ankle, wincing. Her whole body still aches from the explosion, and her shoulder twinges - the wound has opened twice in as many days, and Harry has re-bandaged it herself.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 3, 2012 22:34:39 GMT
I'm here. Everything is my business.
*he is shaking badly from fever now, which has risen another half degree*
I think I'll take tea.
"With some paracetamol."
*Sherlock nods, feeling at the mercy of his out-of-control system*
Milk. T-two sugars.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 3, 2012 22:49:06 GMT
*She glances at Sherlock, makes his tea and walks over to the bed*
Your incurable nosiness does not spread to my personal life, Mr Holmes. Besides, you're the genius - work it out.
*She places the tea on his bedside table and sits next to him, curling her legs underneath herself, before taking a sip of her own tea*
*Harry resists the urge to squeeze his hand, feeling more distant than she had in the hospital*
You've got to promise me something, Sherlock. Can you do that?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 4, 2012 1:00:14 GMT
I can't p-promise anything if-f you don't t-tell me what it is I'm-m agreeing t-to.
*his shaking is the worst since the hospital and as he tries to lift his tea, it's on the verge of spilling*
*Quinn takes his temperature again, frowning. 37.9 degrees. He helps Sherlock take a fever-reducer and his tea, and he feels so bad that for once he doesn't complain*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 4, 2012 9:58:21 GMT
You're going to have to trust me, Sherlock Holmes. For both our sakes. I know you're the genius - believe me, John's made that clear. But I know what I'm doing, okay? I know these people, and I know how to get us through this. We can bring down Moriarty, but for now - for the forseeable future, you are going to have to trust my judgement.
*She is staring at Sherlock, her eyes sincere. Her heart is thumping and she's close to tears, hormones, exhaustion and relief at seeing Sherlock flooding through her. His presence is making her feel safe, reassured somehow.*
Can you promise me that?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 4, 2012 14:57:07 GMT
As I've t-told my brother, m-mystery at both end-ds of my cases is unwork-kable. I have to kn-know.
*manages to finish his tea with shaking and weak hands*
Just...share som-me of your p-plan. I know M-moriarty. I know how he th-th-thinks. If we g-go on your plan-n alone, I'd have b-been better off-f in Lond-don.
*his eyelids are growing heavy and his head is starting to loll forward, but he's not asleep yet*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 4, 2012 15:04:43 GMT
*Harry takes a deep, frustrated breath. She's not used to sharing information, or trusting anyone else with it*
Manuel's main forte, as part of L'Union Corse, is in finances. He can change stolen money to something less... traceable for anyone, in any amount. The idea of a Swiss bank account these days is laughable - just send it to Manuel, he'll keep it safe for you.
He has control over large portion of Moriarty's European finances. He doesn't particularly like the man - who would, really - but Jim pays him well, so he does his job.
*Harry takes a sip of her tea.*
It's going to take some persuasion. But Manuel likes me. He always has. I think I can get him to help us. We've got to push Moriartyinto a corner, before we can rely on any of your jiggery-pokery.
*Sherlock's still shaking, and she can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Without thinking, and while talking, she walks into the bathroom, soaks a flannel in cold water and returns*
May I?
*She holds up the flannel, with the intention of laying it across his forehead*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 4, 2012 16:54:20 GMT
*he reluctantly agrees and inhales sharply as the cool water touches his far-too-warm skin, Quinn looking on*
Jiggery-pokery...not scientific...
*his eyes are starting to droop*
"I think he should sleep for the night."
Money....hoarding?
*his mind has started to slow down with fever and he can't think of the right word. Now he has dropped into semi-incoherent mumbling with his eyes shut, clearly on the verge of sleep*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 4, 2012 17:03:55 GMT
*Harry sighs and hands the flannel to Quinn*
If anything changes - anything - you let me know. My room's next door.
*She turns to Sherlock*
Bonne nuit. See you at breakfast.
*She leaves, forgetting her shoes, and hurries to her room, where she is instantly sick in the bathroom*
Ugh...
*She stands in front of the mirror, sideways on, her hand on her stomach*
Hello baby. I'm your Mum.
*Harry immediately feels silly, but the sound of her own voice is reassuring*
Please be good, and please be healthy. And I promise I won't give you a stupid name, like Sherlock. Or John. In fact, I hope you're a girl.
*She frowns, and her phone buzzes again. With a sigh, she goes over to her bed and sends a quick text, before getting changed into a pair of jeans, a white blouse and her long purple coat. She scrapes her hair in a bun, finds her glasses and leaves, wiping off her lipstick as she locks the door behind her*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 4, 2012 21:57:05 GMT
*Sherlock's fever has been sufficiently reduced by eleven that night. He dreams fitfully, scattered images and nothing more.*
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