Gift Fic: Lethal Water
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Title: Lethal Water
Status of work: complete
Characters: Sherlock, John, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, Greg Lestrade, Anthea, OC’s
Warnings: no warnings apply
Rating: Gen
Word count: approx. 17,900
Beta: Many, many thanks to the fantastic
swissmarg for yet another incredibly fast and very helpful beta. I can’t thank her enough for all her help and advice. Any remaining mistakes are mine of course.
Summary: “Well, that was depressingly simple to solve,” Sherlock seethed scarcely two hours later. “Really, Lestrade, I’m aware logical thought isn’t your forte, but you could try and make more of an effort before deciding to lure John and me to the other side of London for a non-existent problem, in such weather to boot.”
Hands stuck deep into the pockets of his trench coat, the DI let the scatter of scathing reprimands rain down on him without as much as a twist of his mouth.
“Are you done?” he enquired when Sherlock halted momentarily to draw breath.
Author’s note: Written for the marvellous
susako to thank her for all the betaing she’s done for me.
Read it here at my journal or here at AO3
Status of work: complete
Characters: Sherlock, John, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, Greg Lestrade, Anthea, OC’s
Warnings: no warnings apply
Rating: Gen
Word count: approx. 17,900
Beta: Many, many thanks to the fantastic
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Summary: “Well, that was depressingly simple to solve,” Sherlock seethed scarcely two hours later. “Really, Lestrade, I’m aware logical thought isn’t your forte, but you could try and make more of an effort before deciding to lure John and me to the other side of London for a non-existent problem, in such weather to boot.”
Hands stuck deep into the pockets of his trench coat, the DI let the scatter of scathing reprimands rain down on him without as much as a twist of his mouth.
“Are you done?” he enquired when Sherlock halted momentarily to draw breath.
Author’s note: Written for the marvellous
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Read it here at my journal or here at AO3