Hey there, wolflings! This year, as said, I'm participating in HLOD's December Challenge! I hope I won't mess it up too badly, considering. Well, here goes nothing. (Title is from Michael Buble's Cold December Night.)
Today's prompt: A trail gone cold.
From: KnightFury
I was absolutely amazed.
In the few hours since we had gone inside to await developments, Baker Street had become enveloped in snow. The flakes still falling provided a softening touch to the harsh greyish landscape of buildings and black-coated pedestrians. White blanketed everything, obscuring the smoky haze from the factories and clearing up the air to a degree. It was an aspect of winter that I thoroughly enjoyed, and this was one of the first snows of the season.
"Damn!" I heard from behind me. My tall, lean friend came to the window and gazed out at the falling snow with sharp grey eyes that held the slightest suggestion of annoyance. "Come, Watson! Soon the snow will have covered all traces!"
Smiling, I grabbed my coat and followed him down the seventeen steps to Scotland Yard, where he roughly updated Lestrade and left, me in tow, to hunt the latest trespasser.
After about half an hour of fruitlessness, I could not resist a comment: "It seems the trail has gone cold, has it not?"
"I have no desire for winter wordplay now, Watson," he warned, but I was too tired and too whimsical to pay him any mind.
"You might say we have snow leads!" I grinned.
"Yes we do!" he groaned, trying his best to ignore me.
"The criminal seems a bit… flaky to me," I remarked cheekily, upon observing the landing of a snowflake upon Holmes's hat. After another pause, I chimed in again cheerfully: "Our progress has been glacial, has it not, Holmes?"
"At frost glance, the traces have truly been lost."
"I suppose there's snow way out?"
At last, he exploded. "Enough puns! I am trying to concentrate, and you have no business to be standing there making winter wisecracks while I do all the work!"
I blinked innocently. "How Rudolph you to say that, Holmes!" I replied, trying in vain to keep my smirk off my face. "For your information, there are footprints in the direction I'm facing at the moment; feel free to follow them at your leisure."
"Why did you not mention this?" my flatmate demanded, even as he stormed off in search of the clues I had no doubt pointed him to. His flushed face and grey eyes only turned for a second in my direction.
I smiled at him. "I thought you would snow-tice them yourself!"