Distant Minds {{Sherlock Rp with Circledude5}}

[Circledude5]

((Yeah I checked idk what's up. It's fine though))


Sherlock's phone buzzed as he pushed a path to the body. He knelt next to the body, taking a hand in his.


Burns on the fingertips. He sniffed them. Chemical burns.


Interesting.





He took out his phone and glanced at the message. It was from Ciera. Radioactive rocks. What next?





Sherlock typed his reply. Where?





He hadn't spotted her anywhere so far.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was still standing out back, leaning up against the wall. She didn't figured she was too exposed to the small amount of radiation that the Tobernite was giving off where she was standing. She sure would like having a Geiger counter though. She wished Anderson would hurry up with whatever he was doing.


She jammed her hands in her pockets and then yelled impatiently, "Anderson, I swear to God if I get radiation poisoning because of you-"


She stopped when she heard the ringer on her phone go off, and she brought it out of her pocket. Where?





She assumed that he didn't mean the general location, so that meant he was already at the crime scene. She hadn't seen him before she came outside, so he must have just gotten there. Tapping quickly, she replied:


Back door.





After a moment of thought, she added:


Be careful. I hear radiation is bad for your skin.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock tried to keep focused as the sounds of all the forensic officers bustled around the building. They sure made a racket; he was having trouble analyzing. His phone buzzed in his hand.


Back door. From Ciera.


Sherlock got up and pushed past a technician entering the room to get to the back door.


Radioactive rocks?


There were so many questions to follow with that. From where? Why? What type? He took a wrong turn and doubled back as his phone buzzed again.


Be careful. I hear radiation is bad for your skin.





Yeah, and what exactly was that supposed to mean?

 

[Shadow Cat]

Knowing police policy, they would probably want to check her out, even if she wasn't exposed to that much radiation. They were thorough like that. Always covering their asses. She smiled at the thought.


Ciera began wondering then just where the Hell Sherlock was. It wasn't like him to take this much time getting somewhere. John had told her that he usually had trouble keeping up with the consulting detective. She sighed and looked at the time on her phone.


Tobernite was such an odd substance to leave outside of a crime scene. If the person leaving it wanted to kill someone, there were so many better things that could have been used. No, she figured death was not the goal. But that begged the question: what was?

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock located the back door and pushed it open, walking out and quickly looking around. Alley. Boring, ordinary. He turned and almost walked straight into Ciera.


He jumped back, startled. It took him a moment to regain his composure, and he quickly arranged his face into a stubbornly neutral expression.


"Where?" He asked.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Took you long enough." Ciera replied with a small grin before nodding her head toward the large chunk of Tobernite.


"I asked Anderson to bring me a few things, but evidently he got lost on the way out here." Ciera paused for a moment as she looked around. Something was missing. "Where's John?" She asked as she didn't see the army doctor anywhere. He was usually right behind Sherlock.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock turned around. He realized that John hadn't been in the room with him when he'd been examining the body. The fact that he hadn't noticed John's absence troubled him. Did he just take him for granted?


He shook off the thought as he shrugged in response to Ciera's question. "Probably back there getting gloves...or something." He said offhandedly. John was always fine. Usually. Most of the time? Probably just got caught by Donovan in the hallway, or Anderson.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Right, well-"


She was interrupted as Anderson burst through the door (a bit over dramatically if you ask her) with the supplies she had asked for. She practically pushed her back inside, demanding she go talk to the paramedics and make sure she hadn't been exposed for too long. She had known he would act this way. It was no matter to her. She had everything she needed from it already anyway.


Instead of going to the paramedics outside, she waited for Sherlock and then ducked out the back of the building, dodging the traffic outside.

 

[Circledude5]

Ciera had just begun to reply when Anderson arrived, looking anxious. He caught sight of Sherlock and looked for a moment as if he was going to say something, but set down the supplies he was carrying and shepherded Ciera back through the door, telling her she wasn't allowed to examine anything until she talked to the paramedics.


Sherlock shrugged off Anderson's behaviour towards him; it was definitely better than the usual. Although he suspected he'd show up in a minute or so to try and remove him from the scene. Which meant that Sherlock should probably get as much done as he could before Anderson got back. He knelt down next to the small cardboard box containing everything and rummaged around a bit to see what was there.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was out back behind the building, examining the area that no one had gotten to yet. God knows these people would probably have trampled over everything pertenant to the case. "Will you stop running off?" John. Oh boy.





"Running off?" She replied innocently, "This is my job. It's hardly considered running off."

 

[Circledude5]

[[sorry; I've been terribly busy. I also write music and like all mucisians I am a terrible procrastinator. Which means, of course, the week before my deadline I'm cramming ]]


Sherlock held up a beat up Geiger counter, shaking his head. The Met really had to get their stuff together. In the back of his mind he wondered where John and or Ciera were right now. He knew Ciera had probably already slipped away from Anderson or whoever, but he though that John ought to have caught up already.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"That isn't what I'm talking about and you know it. I brought you down here so that you could run away from your issues at home, and now you are running from me. Into the hands of a psychopath, I might add." Oh no. John sounded furious. How in the hell was she getting out of this one?


"I would hardly call Sherlock a psychop-"


"I'm not talking about Sherlock, Ciera. I'm talking about Moriarty. He is more dangerous than you know, and now he knows your name. I'm afraid he might do something soon that you aren't going to be able to run away from." John interrupted her before she could speak, and she knew there was truth in what he was saying.


"John, I'm fine. If things get out of hand, I'll let you know immediately. I promise."


His voice softened, if only for a moment. "I know you will. I'm just afraid I won't be able to help you."

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock took the reading, then got up to go find John and/or Ciera. He dumped the counter back into the box with a thud and picked it up. With luck, he would avoid encountering Anderson.


He wasn't so lucky. He'd hardly set foot back into the building when Anderson spotted him from the end of the narrow hallway. "You!" He exclaimed, "How the hell did you get in here?"


"I thought that ought to be obvious," Sherlock said, shoving the box containing the Geiger counter and a couple other defunct devices into Anderson's arms. He lowered his head so that they were nearly nose to nose. "I walked in." Sherlock said condescendingly. He pushed past the smaller man and pulled off his gloves.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera shook her head and turned away from John with an exhasperated sigh as she put a hand on her forehead. "For god's sake, John, why do you always do that?"


"Do what?"


"You treat me like I'm a child. I'm perfectly able of taking care of myself, thank you." Ciera's voice was slowly rising in volume, and John's was as well, until the two were facing off in a shouting match.


"Really? Because from what I've seen in the past 24 hours, you evidently can not!"


"Don't act like you would have done anything any differently! From what I've heard, you've gotten into a hell of a lot worse than I have!"


"This isn't a game Ciera!"


"Then stop acting like a child, Johnathan!"


By now, she was fairly certain that their shouting could be heard by just about everyone in the building, but she didn't care. She was going to set him straight once and for all.

 

[Circledude5]

Anderson glared at him and was about to form a rely when Sherlock caught the sound of raised voiced, and his ears pricked up. He flung out a hand into Anderson's face to keep him from talking.


"Hey!" Anderson exclaimed, jerking backwards. When he recovered he started telling Sherlock off or something, but Sherlock was tuning him out to locate the voices, his arm still outstretched. Because the voices sounded like John and Ciera's.


"What?" Anderson demanded. Without responding, Sherlock swept off.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"I'm acting like a child?!" John yelled incredulously, clearly getting angrier by the second. "If you didn't run off to God knows where, I wouldn't have to follow you like a blasted nanny!"


"No one asked you to follow me! I woud like it just as well if you would leave me alone!"


"Yeah, I bet you would!"


Ciera paused for a moment at this last remark. "And just what the hell do you mean by that?"


"It means you've always had self-destructive tendencies."


"Oh god, that is just like you." Ciera replied with a dry laugh.


"I'm going to regret asking this, but what is just like me?"


"Whenever something happens that you don't like, you find a reason to put an end to it."


"Don't turn this around on me, Ciera!"


"Don't boss me around, Johnathan!"

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock found the pair shouting at eachother, and for a moment is seemed as if they were both children.


Sherlock stopped in his tracks.


"Don't turn this around on me, Ciera!" John was shouting. He had rarely heard John lose it like this.


"Don't boss me around, Jonathan!" Ciera shot back.


Sherlock cleared his throat, but neither of them seemed to notice.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"I'll boss you around as much as I want to!" John yelled back.


"Who died and made you boss?!" Ciera shot back.


"Your father!" As soon as he said it, she could tell he wanted to take it back.


Needless to say, her world stopped spinning for a moment. "What?"


John's eyes softened and took a step forward. "Ciera, I didn't-"


"What do you mean, my father?" Ciera asked, stepping backward as his eyes told her everything. She cleared her throat as she glanced in the direction of the door. "I think I should go. Sherlock, please tell Anderson I'm sorry I had to leave suddenly and I will make it up to him." Without another word, she turned and walked out of the building, stopping only to get into a cab.


"Where to?" The cabby asked her.


"I don't care. Just drive somewhere."


And with that, the building faded into the distance behind them.