notquiteheartless | Deduction 5 - [ audio / action ]

Deduction 5 - [ audio / action ]

That one there.

...No. The other.

Thank you.

[Sherlock Holmes likes to talk as he works.

Today, he actually has a project. Gone is the boredom and lethargy, but he has not progressed into the mania of a case yet. He is all scientific control now, watching every flame and chemical and reaction with the utmost care.

There's a lot to do. Compounds need to be broken down so elements and simplier compounds can be isolated. Then those have to be correctly combined. A long process with the rudimentary equipment found in the laboratory he and Temperance share in her flat.

And whomever he is speaking to isn't the only one who has to listen to him.]

It's always about comfort.

Truth? Entirely expendable if one is not comfortable with it. People prefer what makes them feel at ease, what seems 'nicest.' Even if it's nothing more than a good story.

[And Moriarty was a very good storyteller.]

Whatever threatens their world-view least, they accept. Are delighted to take as proven fact, even if there is only conjecture to support it.

Sheep, following the butcher to slaughter, bleeting happily.

[Does he sound irritated?]

But everyone makes mistakes. All their deceptions? Eventually come unravelled. Strange as this place is, it is not an exception to this rule.

[That would be because he is. His mood has been just a slight bit volatile since his midnight "chat" with Moriarty. Whom he is quite sure will hear this, whom he wants to hear this, wants him to know he'll be waiting for that one mistake. His conversation with Lestrade hadn't helped either.

To the other in the room:]

That one now.

[A quiet sigh. The look he's getting doesn't need words to make its doubts clear.]

Oxford, John. I know what I'm doing.

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[there's a thin press of his lips as he shoots John a look] No. I think you're lying about being fictional characters.

[He might have been kidnapped to an unknown place where people had wings and hadn't heard of the FBI, but that didn't mean he'd gone off the deep end. He favored the more simple explanation. Which, unfortunately, meant he mostly missed the truth.

He's not really waiting for more argument from them, though. He's still aware of their movements, but it's Bones he wants to convince, to move her away from them...just in case]

Greatest detective of all time? Solving puzzles no one else can with his buddy the army doctor? And these guys...what...just happen to have two of the most famous names outside of an anthropology journal? I don't think so.

I have known both Sherlock and Doctor Watson for as long as I have been in Luceti and I assure you, Booth, neither are lying as to who they are. It would be extremely difficult to manufacture the kind of intelligence Sherlock possesses.

[She might not be as good at reading people as Booth or Angela, but she's not an idiot. And right now, all excitement of having her partner here is starting to wear very thin. He's being utterly ridiculous. More so than normal.

She rolls her eyes, finally stepping in front of Booth so that he is forced to face her and not Sherlock or John. Her arms cross over her chest. Someone is not happy anymore.] That aside, I cannot think of a single logical reason for anyone to lie about being fictional characters. Especially fictional characters I have never heard of.

[Regardless of the fact that someone once told her fictional people do come to Luceti. Perhaps a tidbit of information she should share. But a tidbit she ultimately finds irrelevant and equally ridiculous.

But it really does not take a genius to guess what this is all about.]

I trust Sherlock and he has, more than once, vouched for Doctor Watson. We established this small laboratory weeks ago and this arrangement has suited all of us. If Sherlock had wanted to harm me, he has had ample opportunity.

["Greatest detective in the world"?

Well. He'll take it. It's an ego boost amid the insult of being thought of as a threat to Temperance, a liar about his name, and a fictional character. At least he has John and Temeprance on his side.

Sherlock looks at Booth.]

Military caution.

Admirable. But unwarranted in this instance. As Temperance explained, I have had ample opportunity if my motive was to hurt or kill her.

Besides, neither Doctor Watson or I am stupid enough to harm either of you while you are armed with two handguns and we are both entirely unarmed.

[Both easy deductions, Sherlock knows. Nothing that ought to impress. At least, not in his mind. It seems totally obvious and mundane to him.

But it might prove enough to keep the agent's mind from lingering on how much of an advantage he actually has in this situation.

...Besides, how can he resist saying something about his observations in regards to Booth?]

[ The accusation is ridiculous, of course. Why would anyone pretend to be fictional characters? Even if he's wrong, though, John can tell Booth's irritation is real. He believes what he's saying as much as Brennan has no idea what is going on.

Greatest detective of all time. Oh, now you've done it, buddy. Not that it'll stop Sherlock from-- yep. ]

We don't want to hurt anyone.

[ John feels the need to clarify -passing Sherlock a quick look of 'shut up, I know, now is not the time' which could luckily be mistaken for a simple reprimand- while holding his hand up in a halting sort of gesture. While Sherlock and Brennan's reasonings are true, they still sound a lot like a threat. ]

We're as stuck in this as you are. We've been working with Doctor Brennan months before you showed up and, believe it or not, we've got no reason to lie about who we are. Things are crazy enough as it is.

[ He resents the implication that he's pretending to be someone he's not. Really, if John had been good at all with acting, he'd have picked someone a little more interesting to play. Army doctor is right on the nose, but it's not like it's impossible for there to be another Doctor Watson in the world. Sherlock Holmes, though - that's the decisive factor here. A strange name, but no one could possibly replicate the consulting detective; John's sure of that much. He'll defend the man if Sherlock won't, but he doesn't really think the other will deny a show, considering his company. Sherlock might not care what Booth thinks of him, but John's willing to bet the man will lean toward trying to impress Brennan, if anyone. ]

[...ample opportunity...

...months before you showed up...

48 hours, and he'd been shot at, discovered wings, and learned his partner had been here without him for months. His son was in another world. His job wasn't even recognized. And now this.

Reason isn't really his primary instinct at the moment.

Sherlock's observation about his weapons could very easily have been taken as a threat. Or, at the very least, a reason to pull one of them. But Brennan had stepped in his way and, instantly, Booth's full focus becomes her.

...Really, it's probably the best thing she could have done]

Bones, step aside.

[It really doesn't take a genius to guess the phrases Booth probably heard. She knows her partner. Though she has not yet asked him outright, outwardly appearances suggest an age close to that of what she remembers. An age that would imply acknowledgement of the feelings which exist between them. A need for Booth to be even more overprotective than usual. She might have rejected him, missed her opportunity, but it didn't make those feelings go away. For either of them.

Partners have each other's backs. It's one of the first lessons he ever taught her. The reason she directs her angry stare in Sherlock's direction for a moment. Given his insights, observations, and deductions, he should have known better than to say the words that would be most likely to cause a reaction from Booth.

She is not at all impressed. With any of them right now.]

I'm not moving, Booth. Not until you agree to calm down and act rational.

[Looks from both John and Temperance...

That gives him pause.

...But not enough.]

Even if she moves, you're not going to do anything.

[Really, Sherlock. Shut up.]

Former soldier. Honourable or general discharge, to be given a place in the FBI. You like to step outside the lines, but not in any dangerous ways. Little rebellions but perfectly benign. I'm a potential threat, yes, but you have no evidence I've done harm, and I am currently unarmed and not in a position to do harm, so you won't strike the first blow. You especially won't discharge your weapon.

Particularly not in Temperance's flat.

So-- you're getting yourself worked up and will have to bottle it to be released later. And since this village lacks a proper shooting range, you would need to find another outlet.

Which, really, is likely more trouble than its worth.

As Temperance suggests, calming down is probably the best course of action.

[...That would sound so much better, Sherlock, if you didn't sound so damn smug.]

[ John might have to argue with you there, Sherlock. There's an almost sort of... Beauty and the Beast vibe being thrown off of this pair. He's pretty sure Brennan is the only thing standing in the way of a pissed off ex-soldier and a willowy clot who can't keep his mouth shut. Who is Sherlock to Booth? No one, and therefore anyone. He could be every child that ever laughed at him, one of the Malnosso, anyone who had ever threatened Bones, it didn't matter - Booth was angry, and he'd take the excuse to put out his pent-up frustration.

To John, Sherlock was a child blowing a raspberry at another child behind the protective legs of an adult. ]

Sherlock.

[ Low, clipped, warning, followed by an elbowing in the side. John's arms unfolded too, because things were about to get ugly, and he was already half-stepping in front of the detective. If Booth came through Brennan and got within range, John wasn't going to hesitate to aim for the face. He didn't agree with Sherlock in the least, but he'd be damned if he let anyone else hit him. ]

[Sherlock was right about all of it...except one thing. Before the detective had opened his mouth, Booth really wouldn't have done anything. Not without a real threat. Not with unarmed men.

After speaking, though, he suddenly really, really wanted to hit him. His words come out in little more than a growl]

I can think of an outlet.

[John's warning tone does more good than either of the scientists, however. For the first time, he really focused on the other army man, jaw set as he considered. His temper was obviously boiling, jaw clenched, but it wasn't blind rage. He was dangerous, but not a loose canon.

...however much he wanted to be]

[Sherlock's deductions are impressive. Though they have had conversations, shared information about their mutual partners prior, it had never been in this much detail. Or on any topics which bordered psychological. It's... unnecessary, in Brennan's eyes, to provide so much information in this moment. Annoying even. Especially as Doctor Watson's warning reprimand enforces her suspicions.

This isn't a matter of demonstrating abilities. It is a matter of irritating Booth further. And it works.

Perhaps too well. She turns around, away from Booth, and steps towards the other duo. Before anyone can stop her, she lands a clean blow to Sherlock's cheek.]

Enough. [She looks back at Booth.] I will just as happily punch you as well if you do not calm down.

[There is almost always a childish quality to Sherlock. Particularly in deductions that are not essential to cases. Henry Knight, for instance, whom Sherlock had been ready to dismiss almost the moment he entered the flat. Or the motorist who had solicited his help after a hiker had mysteriously died. Or the men from Buckingham.

Agent Booth was no different.

Sherlock looks at John at the elbow. He started it, the replying expression says, though he doesn't speak.

He's about to. About to go into all the reasons why Booth deserved exactly what he'd gotten and, if he'd like to continue this, more than he could deliver. Temperance's movement catches his eye, and he turns his head toward it-- perfectly timed to catch the full force of the punch in the opposite direction.

He staggers, bringing his hand up to touch the spot.

I could cut myself...

Well, at least she didn't slap him.]

[ Well. He was wrong. Because Brennan whirls and comes at them, and all John can do is stiffen, half stepping back into Sherlock as the woman aims a punch at the detective. Not the attacker John was expecting, and not as easy to react as he thought he was ready for. Or maybe he just didn't want to. Brennan hitting Sherlock, that's... different, somehow.

That was a pretty good swing, actually.

And the anthropologist whirls away just as swiftly to accost Booth, which makes this all somehow a bit easier to take. John's confusion lapses in about a second, two on the outside, before he turns to Sherlock. ]

All right?

[ Looks like he'll live, so: ]

I told you.

[If anything could break through the tension and aggression he was feeling, it was that. Given enough time to process what had just happened, he would have laughed, but then Brennan is whirling on him and he takes a step back, hands going up]

Woah, hey. I'm calm. [fingers waved in surrender] See? Calm.

[Eyebrows raise in questioning doubt at Booth's claim.

And then, looking at all the men in the room, she laughs.]

That was... surprisingly satisfying. I hope I did not hit you too hard, Sherlock.

I've been hit harder.

[Granted, it was by a soldier he'd punched first...

Of course, from his tone, he doesn't sound like he quite understands why he got punched. But that's Sherlock.]

Now. [He touched his sore jaw.] May I get back to my work? [A look to Booth... but focused then on Brennan. So he didn't seem to be provoking anyone further.] Or are there more questions?

[ Sherlock, don't invite more trouble...

But yes, are they done here? John's arms fold behind his back, and if he's got any amusement out of seeing Booth jump and almost cower in the wake of Brennan, it stays in his eyes.

He's got no further comments on the matter. Honestly, the less he has to hear about how he's supposedly a fictional character, or an impostor of one, the better. Besides, by the look of them, Booth and Brennan will want a moment alone to talk, and John's not interested in being a third wheel, either. ]

[No cowering. There was none of that. He was just...picking his battles.

Which is why, even if his lips press into a thin line at Sherlock's question, he doesn't give the biting response he wants to.

His glance goes from Sherlock, to Brennan, to John, considering, before he shrugs and puts his hands down.] We're done.

[there was a not-so-subtle 'for now' underscoring his answer, but if it threatened anything it was only more questions, rather than violence]

[Whether the underscore is ignored purposely or by accident remains to be said. Either way, Brennan takes Booth's statement as fact. The end of the discussion. Not that there really is much more to say. Aside, perhaps, one final warning.]

Do not be surprised if you find either Sherlock utilizing the laboratory at late hours, Booth. It was agreed upon in the initial arrangement that he would be allowed to come and go as he pleased, regardless of the time.

[It's something of a balm for his sore jaw to know his access to the flat-- the laboratory, really-- will nto suddenly be curtailed because of this man's arrival.

Of course, as far as Sherlock is concerned now, he's fulfilled any social obligations owed.

He turns going back into the laboratory, back to his chemicals. And his poison.]

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plz smack effy if it gets to be 3+ days with no reply, this is not worth it

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