DI Dimmock
New Scotland Yard
Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard
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Post by DI Dimmock on Mar 7, 2012 16:46:32 GMT
Dimmock walks in and sits ans sits at Harriet's table. "Hello." he notices harriet has something on her mind....
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 7, 2012 17:35:20 GMT
*Harry takes a moment to compose herself, puts on her best BBC English accent and turns to Dimmock*
Ian. How are you? You look well. Not working too hard, I hope?
*She orders an espresso*
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DI Dimmock
New Scotland Yard
Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard
Posts: 117
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Post by DI Dimmock on Mar 8, 2012 15:34:46 GMT
*dimmock rubs his eyes* i am so tired. my brain feels like a bomb went off inside it. me and a colleague of mine were chasing a criminal all last night! *he runs a hand through his hair and sighs*
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 8, 2012 17:17:35 GMT
*Harry feigns interest, staring over her espresso cup. Ian's tall, and good-looking. And there's something about him - some warmth that makes you feel nothing can go wrong*
*But there's no spark. Harry holds his gaze, searching for a reason why she let him take her up to that hotel room, that night so many weeks ago. The only other man she'd ever spent the night with was so, incomprehensibly exciting that Harry used to spend hours just watching him sleep.*
*But the man in front of her, with his Marks and Spencer suit, Rolex watch and dedication to his job... that she couldn't understand. There was no selfishness in his eyes, or his heart. She is sitting in front of a man who wouldn't take a bribe, who wouldn't wait a heartbeat to take a bullet for Queen and Country.*
Ian. I'm... I'm...
*The words choke in her throat, and she takes a deep breath.*
I'm... getting back with my husband.
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DI Dimmock
New Scotland Yard
Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard
Posts: 117
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Post by DI Dimmock on Mar 9, 2012 12:34:48 GMT
*he looks up from his espresso which had been spinning till now.* ah i saw this coming. ah well. its not your fault. *he rubs his eyes again. he feels a sudden pain strike through his head. he squints.*
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
Posts: 787
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 9, 2012 13:45:18 GMT
I'm sorry, really I am.
*Harry can barely keep track of the word's coming out of her mouth*
We just decided it would be best to try again, see if we can fix things. I'm sorry if it seems like I've lead you on.
*She checks the time. She doesn't want to be away from Sherlock for too long. It's not affection - not that she'd admit it anyway - so much as a distrust he won't leave the country*
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DI Dimmock
New Scotland Yard
Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard
Posts: 117
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Post by DI Dimmock on Mar 11, 2012 7:14:17 GMT
*he looks up* ah its ok. that surge was just because i didnt take my medication. *he drinks his espresso*
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Harriet Watson
Teacher of languages and general trainwreck.
Posts: 787
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 11, 2012 14:28:48 GMT
*Harry's heart is thumping*
Just tell him. Just tell him. He's rational. It'll be fine. Just tell him.
I - I have to go. Work. Sorry.
*She instinctively plants a kiss on his cheek and scarpers.*
*Once she's out of sight, she stops, buys some Gitanes from a Tabac and smokes half of one before throwing it away guiltily. Then she walks to her car and leaves without a backward glance*
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DI Dimmock
New Scotland Yard
Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard
Posts: 117
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Post by DI Dimmock on Mar 12, 2012 15:31:02 GMT
*Dimmock gets up himself and pays the bill. he then walks outside and gets in his car.* she wanted to tell me something. i could tell by the way she was slightly sweating. but if she did then why didnt she? *he cant figure what was going on so he just continued driving to the police station.*
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