Disclaimer: I don't own Sexy Sherlock Holmes. Sorry. If I did, I would
either be dreaming up PUBLISHED romances of him (I mean, this is published,
but not book Published, ya know?) and I would also get a movie with Alan
Rickman starring as Sherlock.
And I would talk to Laurie R. King 'bout the Russel stories and get to be a star as Mary Russel and Alan Rickman as Sherlock Holmes (isn't the snogging scene in the second book DELICIOUS????)....ah, well, enjoy the fic.
~Fic Starts Here~
Sherlock Holmes arrived upon a scene that caused him great amazement.
A small, lithe character, dressed all in black, was climbing up the wall and slipping into the second story window of the house he was watching.
It wasn't the intruder he was amazed about-oh no, he had been expecting that. But an intruder with long, shiny, black hair and an hourglass silhouette?
Not on your life.
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"Watson!" he hissed, "there's our burglar!"
Sherlock smiled in irony when he saw Watson's expression. "Yes, it's a woman. Or perhaps, a girl, judging from her size." The great detective motioned to thre 3 police officers with the famous duo, and pointed to the climbing f igure. They nodded, and with PC efficiency, headed to the door, pistols raised and handcuffs handy (an: pun intended. Sorry), rushing through the door and up the stairs to the second level.
Sherlock Holmes, sighing at their clumsy ineptitude, quickly followed him, Watson at his heels.
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"Step away from the safe!"
"Hands on your head!"
"And look smart about it!"
Holmes nearly gagged at the crimes scene clichés. He had yet to meet an officer who didn't use them.
He watched as a small, slim, Asian female, dressed all in black and wearing the locket she stole from the safe turned around and calmly allowed the PCs to handcuff her.
Holmes eyed the woman warily.
Something wasn't right here.
Damn right it wasn't.
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She inspected her captors, calming berating them in her mind. What FOOLS. Did they thing a woman who could climb walls and crack safes be caught by mere handcuffs?
Hell no.
She twisted her wrist slightly, allowing her hidden wrist knife to drop into her left palm. She quietly flicked it open and used the point to unlock one of the cuffs. It left one dangling, but that would be useful if it (and it almost certainly would) came to fighting.
"OY! You, come along then!"
She just stood there, waiting for him to come over.
The over-zealous policeman walked over and tried pulling at her left arm to get her to walk.
BAD move.
She instantly whirled to the left and knocked him out with the dangling end of the handcuffs.
Hearing the thud of their fallen comrade, the other two officers simultaneously ran at her from both sides.
ANOTHER bad move.
She leapt up in the air, dong the splits and whirled around, knocking out first the one on the right, then the one of the left. She fell on her hand, using her momentum to turn her fall into a roll, and landed at the feet of Watson. Seeing him reach for his gun, she immediately lashed out one foot, knocked him down, made sure he was unconscious, and promptly got tacked by Holmes.
OK. So that was a good move.
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She landed on her back with him in her face. She was struggling to get control, but Holmes was 6 feet tall, and she was barely 5'1 (an: did I get SH's height right?). He grabbed both her wrists and smacked them painfully together, as he slammed them onto the floor above her head and tore her knife away. He threw the dagger to the side, where it promptly de- winged a statuette of a fat pixie.
"Never did like fairies," he muttered (an: there's a hidden joke there for all you Mary Russel fans!)
He promptly resumed his attempt to imprison and demobilize a woman nearly a foot shorter than him.
Why the bloody HELL was it taking so long?
He glanced at the locket around her neck and hissed, "Why ARE you wearing that?"
"It's...MINE!" She gasped.
"No it's not! It belongs to a rich, Chinese diplomat's daughter! OOF!"
The last was because she kneed him in a VERY sensitive place as she threw him over to the side and straddled him, before he could get up.
"Well," she said, blowing a stray piece of sweaty hair out of her eyes, panting, "Who do you THINK I am?"
And I would talk to Laurie R. King 'bout the Russel stories and get to be a star as Mary Russel and Alan Rickman as Sherlock Holmes (isn't the snogging scene in the second book DELICIOUS????)....ah, well, enjoy the fic.
~Fic Starts Here~
Sherlock Holmes arrived upon a scene that caused him great amazement.
A small, lithe character, dressed all in black, was climbing up the wall and slipping into the second story window of the house he was watching.
It wasn't the intruder he was amazed about-oh no, he had been expecting that. But an intruder with long, shiny, black hair and an hourglass silhouette?
Not on your life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Watson!" he hissed, "there's our burglar!"
Sherlock smiled in irony when he saw Watson's expression. "Yes, it's a woman. Or perhaps, a girl, judging from her size." The great detective motioned to thre 3 police officers with the famous duo, and pointed to the climbing f igure. They nodded, and with PC efficiency, headed to the door, pistols raised and handcuffs handy (an: pun intended. Sorry), rushing through the door and up the stairs to the second level.
Sherlock Holmes, sighing at their clumsy ineptitude, quickly followed him, Watson at his heels.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Step away from the safe!"
"Hands on your head!"
"And look smart about it!"
Holmes nearly gagged at the crimes scene clichés. He had yet to meet an officer who didn't use them.
He watched as a small, slim, Asian female, dressed all in black and wearing the locket she stole from the safe turned around and calmly allowed the PCs to handcuff her.
Holmes eyed the woman warily.
Something wasn't right here.
Damn right it wasn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She inspected her captors, calming berating them in her mind. What FOOLS. Did they thing a woman who could climb walls and crack safes be caught by mere handcuffs?
Hell no.
She twisted her wrist slightly, allowing her hidden wrist knife to drop into her left palm. She quietly flicked it open and used the point to unlock one of the cuffs. It left one dangling, but that would be useful if it (and it almost certainly would) came to fighting.
"OY! You, come along then!"
She just stood there, waiting for him to come over.
The over-zealous policeman walked over and tried pulling at her left arm to get her to walk.
BAD move.
She instantly whirled to the left and knocked him out with the dangling end of the handcuffs.
Hearing the thud of their fallen comrade, the other two officers simultaneously ran at her from both sides.
ANOTHER bad move.
She leapt up in the air, dong the splits and whirled around, knocking out first the one on the right, then the one of the left. She fell on her hand, using her momentum to turn her fall into a roll, and landed at the feet of Watson. Seeing him reach for his gun, she immediately lashed out one foot, knocked him down, made sure he was unconscious, and promptly got tacked by Holmes.
OK. So that was a good move.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She landed on her back with him in her face. She was struggling to get control, but Holmes was 6 feet tall, and she was barely 5'1 (an: did I get SH's height right?). He grabbed both her wrists and smacked them painfully together, as he slammed them onto the floor above her head and tore her knife away. He threw the dagger to the side, where it promptly de- winged a statuette of a fat pixie.
"Never did like fairies," he muttered (an: there's a hidden joke there for all you Mary Russel fans!)
He promptly resumed his attempt to imprison and demobilize a woman nearly a foot shorter than him.
Why the bloody HELL was it taking so long?
He glanced at the locket around her neck and hissed, "Why ARE you wearing that?"
"It's...MINE!" She gasped.
"No it's not! It belongs to a rich, Chinese diplomat's daughter! OOF!"
The last was because she kneed him in a VERY sensitive place as she threw him over to the side and straddled him, before he could get up.
"Well," she said, blowing a stray piece of sweaty hair out of her eyes, panting, "Who do you THINK I am?"
