Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 11, 2012 19:56:01 GMT
*Harry lets herself in to the hotel room. Quinn nods a hello but Harry is barely aware of what's going on around her. She half throws a sugar-crêpe at Quinn, mumbles something about having a shower and locks herself in the bathroom*
*Her stomach churning, she makes it to the toilet just in time to vomit what feels like every espresso she's ever drunk. She quickly strips her clothes, covered in nervous sweat and turns the shower on. In the time it takes to warm up, she looks at her body in the mirror.*
I've definitely put on weight.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 13, 2012 13:40:49 GMT
*Quinn knocks on the door*
"Are you alright in there?"
*there is no answer, so he goes to wake Sherlock*
"Mr. Holmes?"
*Sherlock opens his eyes and tenses as if trying to be ready to spring into action*
"Ms. Watson brought you something."
What did she want in return?
*Quinn chuckles*
"No need for such cynicism. It's just breakfast."
Nevertheless, it's been my experience that when someone does something for someone else, it's rarely altruistic.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
You're being paid. A hefty amount.
*Quinn smiles*
"True. Now you are going to eat this."
*he hands the crêpe in its styrofoam packaging to Sherlock along with a fork. He knows Sherlock would rather feed himself and so gives him the chance to do so*
*Sherlock manages to cut a bite but is too weak to easily bring it to his mouth. He does, however, get it there, and eats, more grateful for his returning facilities than for the food itself. By the time Harry comes out of her shower, Sherlock has finished only half of his food, and is quite tired, but he is determined to finish*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 13, 2012 14:28:05 GMT
*Harry has half-fallen out of the shower due to her weak left leg and walks back into the room wrapped in a towel and cursing*
*Her hair is slicked against her back, looking dark and even longer than normal. Rings of mascara decorate under her eyes and her skin is dull and pale.*
You're awake, then.
*She perches on the edge of his bed and steals a piece of crepe*
I ate mine on the way. Nutella with extra Nutella.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 13, 2012 21:36:37 GMT
Sounds disgusting.
*he manages another agonising bite before snapping*
What's the matter, never seen a grown man eat before?
*he throws the fork down, frustrated that he can't even finish breakfast. A tiny part of him wants nothing more than to break down and cry, and the rest of him wants to burn that bit. He hates being so weak, so vulnerable, but at least his mind is intact*
*clenches his jaw*
It's not polite to stare. And for God's sake, put some clothes on.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 13, 2012 21:41:59 GMT
Why? I'm gay. I'm sure there's a law in there that means my body is repulsive to all heterosexual men. Or worried you won't be able to control yourself?
*She gives a careless laugh and grabs a satin dressing gown from the back of the door. Harry slips it on, letting her towel fall to the floor*
Happy?
*She runs her fingers through her soaking wet hair and walks over to the dressing table, grabbing her towel from the floor and starting to dry her dark locks*
*She still feels sick and tears are prickling her eyes but she is determined not to let that show. Today she has to focus. And nothing can get in the way of that - not nausea, or the tangled emotions surrounding Dimmock.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 3:40:32 GMT
Appeased.
*studies her carefully, sensing that something is a bit awry*
For a gay woman, you certainly have your fair share of ex-boyfriends. Oh, don't look at me like that. I could hardly fail to miss the fading scent of a man's cologne when you arrived, and it wasn't anyone I've met while here. In fact, it reminds me of someone I knew who works at Scotland Yard.
*his eyes widen with delight at her unconscious reaction--he didn't know it was Dimmock, of course, as there are several dozen people at Scotland Yard who wear that particular scent, not to mention the thousands worldwide, but the fact that she responded to "Scotland Yard" made things a little more obvious*
Ah, so it was someone on the force. Interesting.
*Quinn steps between them again as Harry half-charges toward him*
"Mr. Holmes, please."
Oh, so you're taking her side.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 10:27:50 GMT
*Harry takes a deep breath and sits back at the dresser, glaring at Sherlock in the mirror as she wipes the mascara from her face*
Quinn, could you leave us a moment?
*He frowns but does as requested. Harry begins to brush her hair through*
Two. Two men, in my life. And they barely counted as 'boyfriends'. Of course I've had more women than the two of them put together.
Now, since we're being so honest, is there anything else you'd like to know?
*She states at him in the mirror, the graze on her shoulder visible as her dressing gown slips slightly, her long legs crossed elegantly, her bad ankle bare and needing to be re-dressed, the wound ugly but healing*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 15:45:35 GMT
Yes. Who it was you met, how many other people know we're here, why you think it's a good idea to mix business with pleasure, and what good you think blackmail will do. Or are you skipping the blackmail and getting straight to the bank accounts?
*his nose flares*
And, if you would be so kind, tell me what the hell it is I'm meant to be doing here? I'm hardly protection. So far, I've seen very little need for me in particular--quite a few other people I could name would be just as adept as...
*he blinks suddenly, dizzy from a sudden spike in blood pressure*
...As...as I am.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 15:58:57 GMT
*Harry gives a sound resembling a growl and glowers at Sherlock*
You are infuriating, you know that?!
*She stands up and begins pacing the room, her heart racing with anger*
It is none of your business who I met - something I've made clear already. I am not mixing business with 'pleasure', I am trying to get my life organised so I can actually move on with it, once I've got Moriarty off my back.
Life? Ever heard of that Sherlock? That thing normal people do? Grow up, make friends, get married, have kids? Get a normal job, don't endanger people's brothers? Oh don't bother trying to understand, it'll just hurt your precious head.
*She continues to hobble around the room furiously*
You're here - out of choice, may I remind you - to help me. And I'm here to help you.
*As she talks, she points angrily with her forefinger*
We are here to bring down James Moriarty so he may never darken our doorsteps again. And you can't do it without my contacts, and I can't do it without your talent. So shut up complaining, and ask me something else.
*She collapses into the plush armchair by the window, her eyes dark as she rummages in her suitcase for fresh bandages.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 16:20:12 GMT
Touched a nerve.
Yes, I'm here to help. I'm not entirely certain why.
*he knows that if John were here, he'd point out that Sherlock has changed in the last two years--when they'd first met, undoubtedly Sherlock wouldn't have even entertained the thought of going to Clara's*
Point is, you need me. Apparently. Full disclosure is necessary. I'll decide what's relevant and what's not. To the untrained mind, it's hard to see when a seemingly trivial incident might be a prelude to something more. I need to know everything. If I don't, I can't help.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 16:47:55 GMT
*Harry bites down the impulse to tell him where to go, and tosses her hair across her shoulder haughtily. Ripping some bandage with her teeth, she begins to re-dress her ankle*
We get into Jim's accounts. We freeze his money. We cut off his supply network and then we ask him if he wants to take an early retirement. He'll come begging.
*She hestitates, staring at Sherlock. His eyes were as always, cold and calculating, but still Harry found reassurance and safety.*
*Harry stands up and walks over to the bed, her steps purposeful. She sits on the bed next to Sherlock, her legs tucked underneath her, and when she talks, she talks quietly*
I have everything I need to cut off his supply network within Interpol and the UN. If we have our way he could be tried by the ICC for the things he's been involved with. The whole world will fight for extradition rights.
But he's got companies in his back pockets. Businesses, investors, mafias, triads. And they are the people I can't get at. Not without your help.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 17:41:24 GMT
Not to mention his metaphorical front pockets. Suppose it's lucky that Irene Adler is technically a free agent. Wouldn't want them to team up.
*Sherlock wants to see everything in charts, plans, papers he can work with like he does at home, but even if they were set in front of him, he'd have to fix it to the order he wanted, not to mention shuffle them around, and at present, he's too physically weak*
I seriously doubt a frozen bank account would be enough to make him beg. He's too clever. He knows not to put all his eggs in one basket. Or even five baskets.
*shuts his eyes, not tired, but thinking*
Take the fall and reverse it. The other side of the coin should be just as vulnerable to the ruin of the first.
*his eyes snap open*
What if we were to discredit him somehow? Make his usual clients think he was a fraud. It couldn't come from me, obviously, nor could it be attributed to you as your surname is connected with mine through John. But destroy him in the eyes of his associates. Leave him with no one he can go to except the bank, and once he's done that, close the trap.
*smiles wickedly*
It's brilliant. Though I have Moriarty himself to thank for the idea.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 17:46:22 GMT
*Harry gives a wry smile*
Maybe John was right about you after all.
*She finishes dressing her ankle and wiggles her toe*
And who says it doesn't have to be us that talks to his... associates? You forget what I'm good at, Sherlock. Didn't John ever tell you what I wanted to be when I grew up?
Not that John ever paid attention. But he did get dragged along to every play, every Shakespeare recital, every musical audition, every grotty student theatre to see me as Lady Macbeth. Actually, was I in Macbeth when I met James? Or was it Merchant of Venice...?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 18:07:12 GMT
No. If he did, I deleted it.
*little does Harry realize, Sherlock was the pride of his school's theatre department as a child, quick to learn the lines, comfortable in any costume, and very good at portraying emotions he didn't feel. The world lost a great actor at the same time it gained a great detective*
If they recognize me, and they probably will, unless I'm able to use my situation to my advantage, they'll realize I've been at odds with him for some time and could be just making it up. Which is the truth, but not the truth we want them to know.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 18:23:42 GMT
I wanted to be on the stage. And I was, for the majority of my student years. Then I came to France and started working for Manuel and... well. I didn't exactly give up on my dream, as you'll probably find out tonight.
*There's a knock at the door and Harry goes to answer it, pulling her gown tighter around her. Quinn is stood at the door, holding two long bags.*
Perfect.
*She unzips the first one to reveal a bottle-green tuxedo with a black tie and hangs it on the door*
I went through your things at the hospital, so it should be your size.
*The next one has a floor-length ivy dress, with detailing on the bodice. Harry seems pleased*
Fabulous.
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