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rabidsamfan"bar•rage (bə räz̸h′, -räj′) noun: a curtain of artillery fire laid down to keep enemy forces from moving, or to cover or prepare the way for one's own forces, esp. in attack"
Twelve cases in ten days, and if a few have been the sort that Sherlock can solve in one incisive burst of sardonic superiority, most of them have required a trip to the crime scene at the least and this last one has required a trip to the clinic, because John doesn't keep a packet of sutures in his pocket and he'd rather trust Sarah to do the patchwork anyway when he's this tired. It's gone midnight by the time he steers Sherlock home and begins to rummage the cupboards for anything edible.
Then Sally Donovan calls. Moriarty's taken Lestrade.
Another prompt from Watson's Woes
Twelve cases in ten days, and if a few have been the sort that Sherlock can solve in one incisive burst of sardonic superiority, most of them have required a trip to the crime scene at the least and this last one has required a trip to the clinic, because John doesn't keep a packet of sutures in his pocket and he'd rather trust Sarah to do the patchwork anyway when he's this tired. It's gone midnight by the time he steers Sherlock home and begins to rummage the cupboards for anything edible.
Then Sally Donovan calls. Moriarty's taken Lestrade.
Another prompt from Watson's Woes
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Date: 2011-07-10 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-10 05:54 pm (UTC)*shakes computer to see if more fic falls out*
*gnashes teeth*
You've done it again, you know. I hope another prompt this month gets you to continue this. Well done, you.
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Date: 2011-07-10 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-10 07:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Dear god woman, you can't leave it there.
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Date: 2011-07-11 03:54 am (UTC)