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the_new_sexy) wrote2012-08-10 04:11 pm
the_new_sexy) wrote2012-08-10 04:11 pm
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for womanwhobeatyou: Waking up in Vegas---again.
Follows this.
It's surprising when morning comes. Sherlock rarely sleeps when he's on a case, and this entire excursion is really just a case in and of itself. Even more than that, he rarely sleeps an entire night. However, when he looks at the blinds in the motel room, he can see the faint hints of pink streaming through. Dawn, then. In the part of the world he used to live in, it would be nearly noon, if not very early afternoon.
He turns his head to look at the Woman, still sleeping next to him. She stayed.
She's different when she sleeps. He remarked on it to John when he found her sleeping in his bed so long ago. Not like an angel, of course, no one would ever think of the Woman as an angel. Instead, she looks like all of the things she's holding tightly together are relaxed, and she's comfortable. It's a strange thing, but beautiful in its own way.
He lets his hand rest on her shoulder. Are there people that find this sort of thing normal? Waking up next to a lover, watching the light stream in? Sherlock imagines there must be people who are accustomed to it.
It's surprising when morning comes. Sherlock rarely sleeps when he's on a case, and this entire excursion is really just a case in and of itself. Even more than that, he rarely sleeps an entire night. However, when he looks at the blinds in the motel room, he can see the faint hints of pink streaming through. Dawn, then. In the part of the world he used to live in, it would be nearly noon, if not very early afternoon.
He turns his head to look at the Woman, still sleeping next to him. She stayed.
She's different when she sleeps. He remarked on it to John when he found her sleeping in his bed so long ago. Not like an angel, of course, no one would ever think of the Woman as an angel. Instead, she looks like all of the things she's holding tightly together are relaxed, and she's comfortable. It's a strange thing, but beautiful in its own way.
He lets his hand rest on her shoulder. Are there people that find this sort of thing normal? Waking up next to a lover, watching the light stream in? Sherlock imagines there must be people who are accustomed to it.
no subject
He struggles with the IV, and grabs the two items, examining them initially, and then slipping them into a bag to bring to a lab with him. He grabs some painkillers and gauze from the room, and vanishes into one of the empty labs. He doesn't bother dressing, just wanders from table to table, working on the scrap of paper and the ring. Collecting evidence. The make of the paper, the places it's been. He goes onto the computer and pulls up information about mysterious black market sellers in Hong Kong and London.
There is no emotion right now. He remains in the lab, nude but for the hospital gown, stripping the evidence he can from the two items, and then he books a plane ticket.
To Hong Kong.