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alaylithTitle: More effectively they may be hit by accident
Theme: July Writing Prompt #08 - July 24
Prompt: Accidents. That can be traffic accident, accidental meeting, accident with an experiment, accidental magic, whatever.
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Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: Sherlock, Lestrade, Donovan
Word Count: 460
Summary: “The more human beings proceed by plan the more effectively they may be hit by accident” by Friedrich Dürrenmatt
A/N: After writing the ficlet I was thinking about a title (bah ._.) and I thought I could try using a quote for it.
So Google gave me a website with quotes concerning accidents and I found this one!
The quote may pertain to either Sherlock or John (or both). ^.^
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For the last few days Sherlock helped Scotland Yard in their search for an illegal doctor; performing operations behind closed doors for less money (and with less sanitary care).
He also sold organs on the black market, often with knowledge of his patients – and sometimes without their consent, removing the organs while performing a different operation.
With the help of his homeless network Sherlock was able to find the doctor and an undercover visit proofed his guilty identity.
So now Sherlock stands with Lestrade, Donovan and two uniformed officers in front of the doctor’s house, a search warrant in their pockets.
“He is not answering,” Lestrade says and Donovan peeks through a window. “But there is light.”
“He should be home at this time of day,” Sherlock says, recalling his observations of the house. “And normally he schedules his operations for the late evening or night time.”
“Normally is not a word I like,” Lestrade murmurs and draws his weapon, Donovan following.
“Do you think he will shoot you with his rubber gloves?” Sherlock smirks and Donovan rolls her eyes, while Lestrade murmurs something similar to ‘if he wears any’ under his breath, before he opens the door and they enter.
While Lestrade and Donovan check the rooms, Sherlock just strolls through the hallway towards the door leading to the basement.
The door is closed, but Sherlock’s keen hearing is able to pick up the sounds of movement.
“Lestrade…,” he calls softly and Lestrade and Donovan move over to him.
“Looks like an early patient.”
Lestrade carefully opens the door and they silently move down the stairs. At the end is a very small room, but Sherlock motions towards a cupboard and Lestrade pulls at it, moving it like a door and revealing a hidden door behind it.
Now they can easily hear the sounds from the inside of the rooms, movements and the muffled voices of a few people.
Lestrade and Donovan share a silent look, before Donovan takes the handle and wrenches the door open, Lestrade immediately entering the room holding his weapon.
“Police, freeze!”
The doctor, already wearing a white coat, mask and gloves turns around surprised and stares at them shocked.
Sherlock feels grim satisfaction for a moment as he observes the doctor, when a muttered curse from Lestrade draws his attention to the other occupants.
On the other side of the room a nurse (the wife) stands at the side of a small arm chair, checking the bag of an infusion which is connected to the pale man in the chair, staring with wide eyes at them.
Eyes which take Sherlock’s breath away and he feels the numbing shock running through his body, crippling any movement and any thought other than –
“John… what the hell…?”
Theme: July Writing Prompt #08 - July 24
Prompt: Accidents. That can be traffic accident, accidental meeting, accident with an experiment, accidental magic, whatever.
Author:
alaylithRating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: Sherlock, Lestrade, Donovan
Word Count: 460
Summary: “The more human beings proceed by plan the more effectively they may be hit by accident” by Friedrich Dürrenmatt
A/N: After writing the ficlet I was thinking about a title (bah ._.) and I thought I could try using a quote for it.
So Google gave me a website with quotes concerning accidents and I found this one!
The quote may pertain to either Sherlock or John (or both). ^.^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the last few days Sherlock helped Scotland Yard in their search for an illegal doctor; performing operations behind closed doors for less money (and with less sanitary care).
He also sold organs on the black market, often with knowledge of his patients – and sometimes without their consent, removing the organs while performing a different operation.
With the help of his homeless network Sherlock was able to find the doctor and an undercover visit proofed his guilty identity.
So now Sherlock stands with Lestrade, Donovan and two uniformed officers in front of the doctor’s house, a search warrant in their pockets.
“He is not answering,” Lestrade says and Donovan peeks through a window. “But there is light.”
“He should be home at this time of day,” Sherlock says, recalling his observations of the house. “And normally he schedules his operations for the late evening or night time.”
“Normally is not a word I like,” Lestrade murmurs and draws his weapon, Donovan following.
“Do you think he will shoot you with his rubber gloves?” Sherlock smirks and Donovan rolls her eyes, while Lestrade murmurs something similar to ‘if he wears any’ under his breath, before he opens the door and they enter.
While Lestrade and Donovan check the rooms, Sherlock just strolls through the hallway towards the door leading to the basement.
The door is closed, but Sherlock’s keen hearing is able to pick up the sounds of movement.
“Lestrade…,” he calls softly and Lestrade and Donovan move over to him.
“Looks like an early patient.”
Lestrade carefully opens the door and they silently move down the stairs. At the end is a very small room, but Sherlock motions towards a cupboard and Lestrade pulls at it, moving it like a door and revealing a hidden door behind it.
Now they can easily hear the sounds from the inside of the rooms, movements and the muffled voices of a few people.
Lestrade and Donovan share a silent look, before Donovan takes the handle and wrenches the door open, Lestrade immediately entering the room holding his weapon.
“Police, freeze!”
The doctor, already wearing a white coat, mask and gloves turns around surprised and stares at them shocked.
Sherlock feels grim satisfaction for a moment as he observes the doctor, when a muttered curse from Lestrade draws his attention to the other occupants.
On the other side of the room a nurse (the wife) stands at the side of a small arm chair, checking the bag of an infusion which is connected to the pale man in the chair, staring with wide eyes at them.
Eyes which take Sherlock’s breath away and he feels the numbing shock running through his body, crippling any movement and any thought other than –
“John… what the hell…?”
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