notquiteheartless | Deduction 2

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[They'd agreed to a week. A week without incident, of rest and recovery. Then, the unspoken half of it went, they would go their separate ways.

But after ten whole days without another word said about moving or kicking out...

The video feed kicks on in the early afternoon, aimed at one of the plain white walls of 2-21.]

This is unacceptable.

[Sherlock Holmes is back on his feet and physically feeling much better.

Sorry, Luceti.]

I need paint, wallpaper, and glue. Lots of all of it. Where can I find it?

Also. Regarding the hideously plain excuses for furniture in this flat-- There are obviously no cabs here, so I'm going to assume there are no trucks. How am I supposed to realistically re-furnish a flat? Surely in a place where wings are mysteriously attached to people, there is something better than just carting furniture almost a kilometre.

On a final note: If a human skull shows up in the item shop, it is mine. Return it to me at Community House 2, Room 21.

(Two edits:
A. the Imperial measurement is gone. Bad Lynn. No miles. Kilometres!
B. I spaced about the "only a mile wide" thing and was looking at the scale to try and figure it out. That's fixed in the entry too, now. Sorry about that.)

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I... [And she does pause here, because how can she describe Booth? He's been her partner for the past six years. Then, there's more. Because as much as she has difficulty admitting to it, he has come to mean so much more.

In the end, she'll keep it simple.] ...cannot ask for a better partner than Booth. I'll work with no one else.

[There's a long pause. Not uncomfortable at all, but a pensive silence.

Eighteen months is a relatively short time, and he knows that. It is a long time compared to his time with other flatmates before they left or called his brother to demand he leave. He's certainly never worked with someone this closely for so long.

But that's not all it is. It's a friendship. One he's never really had before. So he understands that kind of a tone.]

John's the only one who'll work with me.

[Inside those words, another set: I wouldn't want to work with anyone else, either.]

[She understands. Although she questions it, Brennan has been told that she can be difficult to work with as well.

If working with Booth has taught her anything, it's that partners - partners who are your compliment in every way - are rare. And something to be valued.]

You are lucky to have him here.

Extremely.

[There's more of a waver in his voice than he likes.

Well, really, he hates any indication of something beneath the surface, but sometimes it's unavoidable. Like now. But it feels horribly obvious, far too telling. And he doesn't let things like that come out.

So he clears his throat.]

This place has a way of bringing all sorts in. Perhaps Booth [she'd given the name, no reason not to use it] will end up here too. [He has to smirk.] With the same impossible, irritating wings.

[That gets a dry laugh. It's the easier response. Because as selfish as it is, as much as she knows she should not wish for his presence here, she wants him here. So that she is not alone. So that she has someone to lean on.

It's easier to think of his reaction than allow any breadth of the emotion she feels to rise to the surface. And she grins almost crookedly.]

Given the wings, Booth would probably think he is in heaven. He puts a ridiculous amount of faith in Catholic mythology.

You could convince him he's been dubbed a cherub.

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[The joke fails.]

If I recall correctly, cherubs are usually associated with small infantile children. Booth would be much too old.

[...It was worth a try.

Ah, well.]

True enough, certainly.

An archangel would be more fitting. As an F.B.I. agent, Booth works to uphold laws integral to the functioning of government. Rather like the archangels in Christian mythology, working as god's messengers.

[...Well, maybe he can at least explain the joke now.]

But they tend to have grander wings, if the paintings are anything to judge by.

Oh!

[Her eyes light up as comprehension dawns. It's a clever reference and she gives it the chuckle it deserves.]

A cherub due to the similar proportion of wingspan to body length found in here in Luceti. That is a very entertaining notion, as well as very applicable.

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[Ah! Wonderful! She gets it.

He might be pushing his luck, but...]

Might ruffle his feathers a bit.

[He'll get a grin, and even though the journal doesn't show it, she's chuckling.]

Another well thought out quip, playing on both wing composition and the annoyance Booth would experience at the comparison.

Though I do not think there would be much here he would truly like.

I don't think we could blame him for not liking much in a place that gives wings where they should not be, apparently experiments on their residents (if the Guide can be trusted), and that cannot be left.

[Bitter? Tiny bit.]

Agreed.

[He's not the only bitter person here.]

[Bitterness shared is bitterness halved.]

All we can do right now is learn. Once we know the place, we can start to answer other questions.

[He doesn't like not having any answers. He hasn't been in that position for a long time.]

At least that is something to occupy the time spent here. [And a worthwhile pursuit at that.] I find myself growing easily frustrated with so much free time.

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I hate when it's quiet. So boring.

I'd hope for a robbery-- something subtle and complicated, but there's no currency here, so theft might not even be legally possible. If there are any laws.

Kidnappings are always interesting.

Of course, a murder would be excellent. I wonder how one here would work. If we assume that it is true that someone who dies comes back after a week-- could they identify their attacker? That does take away the fun. Unless you solve it first. Deadlines do make things more interesting.

I prefer murders.

[It's a simple statement, a matter-of-fact summary of opinions. She doesn't condone murder, not on any level. But that is something that ought to be a given. She's not a sociopath. She does have emotional reactions. It's just not necessary to the topic at hand.]

Given that my work is with the body itself, most other crimes do not fall under my scope of knowledge. Murders, bombings, plane crashes, fatal accidents, terrorist attacks, mob hits... There is enough to keep me very well employed back home. Here... [A pause.] I do not like thinking of death as only temporary.

Plane crashes. [He's smiling a little.] Remind me sometime to tell you about 'Bond Air.' You'd have enjoyed working the case that led up to it. Much better discussed in person.

Of course, death being temporary and that being a widely-known fact probably discourages most instances of murder. Why kill someone if they'll only be back in seven days to identify you and possibly seek revenge? [A pause as he thinks.]

Granted, for someone really looking to prove they're clever: That might be a draw. Kill someone in such a way that they can't identify their killer, even upon returning. A good way to frighten people, too. [And he can think of someone who will think of both things.]

I will. [And she means it, too. Brennan can easily picture how fascinating it would be to hear about a case from Sherlock's perspective.

She's smiling too, allowing a moment of whimsy as she imagines.

Then, she quickly grows serious.] One of the hallmarks of an adept serial killer. Their cleverness at eluding the authorities. Although even they eventually get caught.

They always make a mistake, and they're also so desperate to be caught, really. They want the attention, the limelight. For awhile, making the headlines is enough, but they do love to be caught.

I... do not care for the psychology of serial killers. Or psychology in general.

[He smiles. How can he not?]

The difference between a forensic anthropologist and a consulting detective.

[Overall, a very simple summary of a much more complicated issue.]

I... have slowly learned to appreciate some of its applications within interrogation. Doctor Sweets, a F.B.I. psychologist who often assists on our cases, is extremely apt in his chosen field, however misguided that choice is.

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