Distant Minds {{Sherlock Rp with Circledude5}}

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera walked in with the phone to her ear and had pulled a small pad of paper and a pen out of her coat pocket. She quickly scribbled down the address that Anderson was giving her. Something about meeting him there tomorrow to discuss her work schedule and what not.


"See you there tomorrow." She replied as she hung up.

 

[Circledude5]

"Thank you, John. Your help is much appreciated." Sherlock said.


"Oh, yeah, right." John replied sarcastically. "What do you even need all this for?"


Sherlock had dropped to his knees, spreading the massive piece of butcher paper out and holding it down at the corners with various lab equipment. "Well, there's an hour until we get definitive information from Molly." He straightened up, face bright with excitement, and grabbed the whitetac from the box. Tearing it open, he continued, "Until then, may as well get started cracking the case."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera had put her phone away and was looking at what Sherlock was doing. She walked back over to where her tea had sat untouched. She took a sip as she watched Sherlock and John begin to discuss the case and attempt to pass the time.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock stuck some whiteface at each of the corners. Then, with some difficulty, plastered it over all the medical diagrams and charts on the wall.


"I'd just do it right on there, but I know Mike and Molly would take my head." Sherlock said to John. "Ciera, would you mind running down to the computer lab? I'm printing out some of the information we have."

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera looked up as she heard her name. She had once again been lost in thought. Looking down, she saw that her tea was gone and she set the cup back down on the counter. "Sure." Ciera replied as she walked out. She looked on the walls, following the signs to the computer lab.

 

[Circledude5]

As soon as she had left, Sherlock went over to the computer and instructed it to print about thirty pages of documents to the computer lab on the first floor. Then, capitalising on Ciera's absence, he turned to John and fixed him with an intense gaze.


John looked a bit nonplussed and uncomfortable. "What?"


"What do you know about your cousin Ciera?" Sherlock demanded.


"Oh, come on. Don't tell me it's another fixation." John sighed.


"No, no. But I want more information if she's staying with us." He was lying, of course.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera walked to the computer lab and went over to the printer. She watched as page after page rolled out. Halfway through, it ran out of paper, so she grabbed a pack and placed about half of the sheets on the rack, watching as the printing started up again. "Bloody Hell." She muttered to herself as she waited on the printing to cease.

 

[Circledude5]

It was apparent that John knew little more than he did on the matter. And, slightly disappointed, gave it up.


He'd had a fixation with John for a while. He'd even dedicated an entire cupboard to information on his flatmate in the kitchen. It was one of the things he did. Out of habit, he supposed. When he'd gone to Harrow, he'd collected information on one of his classmates, Joseph. Then, he'd been under the deluded impression that that was what friends did. But it became a habit as he grew up, and a lot of the time it proved very useful. He had shelves for the different junkies and burglars he'd worked with during his time on the streets because that information was crucial for survival.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Finally, the papers stopped coming. She grabbed the stack and started back toward the lab. She walked in and set the papers down on the counter, glancing back at John and Sherlock after she had done so. "There. All thirty pages." Ciera said as she turned back and began leafing through the stack to get herself caught up with the case.

 

[Circledude5]

He could hear her scanning through each of the documents.


"Could you hand me the registries for each of the bodies? Should be pages twelve through sixteen." Sherlock said, not looking up from what he was doing. He was lining up the permanent markers in rainbow order on a tray.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera stopped as she came to the pages and took them out of the stack. Out of habit, she took the pages above the ones he needed and put them in a different stack so that she could easily put them back in numerical order when they had finished.


She turned with the pages in hand and walked over to where Sherlock was ordering markers. "Here, "she said as she held them out.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock took the pages wordlessly and taped them in the middle of his makeshift evidence board. Then, he numbered them with the black permanent marker and produced a map of London. He had loads of them back at the flat in his closet. Considering he used at least one for every single one of his cases, John had figured that buying twenty dozen of them was a good idea so that they didn't have to run to a newsstand every time Sherlock got into a case.


He taped the map to the board too, and carefully marked in red where each of the victims had been found.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera watched the process silently for a moment before turning and walking back to where the rest of the pages were. She went back to reading over them one at a time.


The first few she read were on the victims and their family and contact information. Boring. The next few she picked up were a complete ballistic report on the gun and the bullet found in the victims' chest cavities. Bullet comparison, gun match, commonly bought firearm used, blah blah blah.


She grabbed another, this one with crime scene evidence information. Not much evidence was found, if any at all. It seemed that the slip of paper she had found was the first meaningful piece if evidence to be discovered. The rest of the crime scenes were relatively barren, if you counted out the dead guy. Putting those sheets back into place and straightening the stack while making sure it was still in order, she picked up the next page which happened to be victimology.

 

[Circledude5]

By the time Molly turned up, smelling of formaldehyde and blood, and blushing for some reason, Sherlock had created a full-blown "Crime Wall" and was pacing back and forth before it. The pathologist had barely gotten the words, "I completed the -" and then the consulting detective snatched the folder from her hands and began rifling through it.


"Um, Sherlock, I just thought I would ask if maybe you'd like to get a coffee?"


But Sherlock didn't hear her. He was too busy muttering about all the possibilities under his breath. And then he was off again, pushing past Molly, out the door, and to the computer lab to copy her results.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera watched as Sherlock rushed off with John in tow. Instead of immediately taking off after them, she walked over to Molly with a hand out. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Ciera, John's cousin."


"Yes, well hello. I'm Molly." She answered as she took Ciera's hand and shook it.


Knowing that Sherlock had probably just ran off to make copies, she stayed to chat with the young pathologist.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock jogged off, John following loyally behind, heading for the computer lab. He'd make two copies of each of the fifteen pages, then give the file back to Molly, then really get at the case. The file held all the information he'd needed verified and confirmed. Just as he was clearing away some space in the library for his current case, he walked straight into the door of the computer lab. That brought him out of his mind palace with quite a literal crash.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera had been talking to Molly when she heard a crash sound out in the hallway. "Blimey, what's he done now?" She muttered to herself as she walked out and started in the direction that the loud bang had sounded from.

 

[Circledude5]

He stumbled back. Whoops.


The last time he'd lost himself in his mind palace while walking, he'd nearly gotten hit by a taxi. But walking into a door was barely anything to worry about.


"Jesus, Sherlock!" John was over in seconds.


"Get off, John," Sherlock snapped, "I'm quite alright."


He'd hit his right shoulder an left knee pretty hard, but both were fine. He could feel a dull throbbing sensation on his right cheekbone too, but dismissed it. He'd felt much worse before.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera rounded the corner to see John rush over to Sherlock, who was stumbling backwards away from the door that he had evidently just ran into. As she approached she saw that he had a small cut on his cheek. "You okay?" She asked as she walked up.

 

[Circledude5]

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you," Sherlock said trough gritted teeth.


All this over him just getting lost in his thoughts. He misplaced his favourite pen in his room on purpose so he'd remember to stay in focus on the physical world in the near future. He didn't mind his own physical injuries - they were minor and entirely his fault - but the fussing afterwards was so tedious.


Sighing exasperatedly, Sherlock broke away to go through the door and strode over to the copying machine.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera watched as Sherlock walked into the room before breaking out into a fit of laughter.


"What?" John asked as he looked back at her.


"He ran into a door. You can't tell me that isn't funny." She said in between fits of mirth.

 

[Circledude5]

Sherlock rolled his eyes, hearing Ciera's glee. There were about twenty responses pertaining to her reaction running through his head, and none of them would have been pleasant said out loud.


He copied the first page, breathing deeply. He always liked the scent of the warm paper and freshly-printed ink.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"It seems like he can handle himself here." Ciera said after she had calmed. "I'm going to walk back to the lab. You want to come or no?" She asked as she started back in that direction. She was sure there were better things to do than stand around and watch yet another stack of papers roll out. For about the thousandth time, it occurred to her that she was definitely not the patient type.

 

[Circledude5]

He heard both Ciera and John go back to the lab.


It took a full fifteen minutes to finish copying all the pages. Sherlock wasn't the patient type, but he'd bribed John into doing this mundane task so many times that he'd been told that it wouldn't be done for him any longer. Therefore, he was stuck doing it. But he supposed it wasn't too too bad, given the fact that he did like the smell. He didn't know why he liked the smell so much.


When he got back, he found Molly, John, and Ciera sitting on lab stools in a semi-circle, laughing.


"What's so funny?"


[was at a dinner party; sorry. But the food was good]

 

[Shadow Cat]

{Lol, I've just been catching up on some things. I've been horribly busy over the last few days}


"Nothing."


Ciera looked over with a grin and tried to keep a straight face before bursting out in another fit of laughter. At his disgruntled expression, Ciera said, "Oh, loosen up. You can't spend your days only laughing at Anderson."


Recalling the moment in the cab, she believed that was the only time she had seen him seem even remotely happy since she had arrived.