Sorry- I'm in the middle of exams and my updates may take a while (As they have) Sorry.
"So do we have an identity on any other of Blackwood's men?"
"There is a Thomas Carrow- minor previous convictions, but nothing too serious. He was a suspect in a horrible murder case with a young prostitute, but they were unable to pin anything on him. Hopefully we'll have better luck."
"Right. Any others?" Sherlock asked, flicking through the photographs on the desk.
"Yes. A Miss Irene Adler keeps popping up, but I can't directly link her to anything. But I don't like coincidences."
"You don't like anything. Did you find anything else?"
"No. Other than Blackwood's claims of magic and witchcraft- but I don't buy it. I want to know how he's doing these things."
"Well if we take away what is impossible, what's left, however improbable, must be the truth."
"But what if there is nothing left once the impossible has been taken away." Loki looked up to see Sherlock looking directly into his eyes.
"There is always something left."
There was a moment then that passed between them, something that Loki couldn't quite place. There was something there, something that he'd seen before and had perhaps always been between them.
Suddenly Sherlock looked away, a cough indicating his unease.
"Right!" Loki exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing his coat from the back of a rickety wooden pub chair. "Shall we?"
"What?" Sherlock continued carding through the grainy photographs Loki had taken.
"I think the time has come for some hands-on investigating, don't you Mr Holmes?"
"Will it be dangerous?" Holmes asked before Loki had even finished his sentence. His eyes didn't waver from the desk.
"Possibly."
Sherlock held his hand behind his back until Loki placed Holmes's coat, scarf, and cane in it. When Sherlock turned, he expertly caught the hat Loki had thrown at him in the same movement.
"So I presume we're tailing Adler first."
"And when have your presumptions not been correct?" Loki sounder vaguely amused, closing the door behind them.
"Worryingly frequently. I must be somewhat off my game."
"I fail to see how this can be a game if we are working together."
"But working alone is so very lonely." Loki said dramatically.
"What about your landlady's daughter?"
"Ugh. Bored of her."
Holmes smiled. "So, I presume we will go our separate ways after we have more information, or will we be doing private investigations at the same time."
"We will do what we can to get it back, and if, for now, that means working together than that is what we shall do."
Sherlock looked like he was about to say something but at the sight of a woman in red pulled he and loki into the doorway of a tobacco shop. "That's her." He said, facing the other way and browsing the shelves. "Excuse me sir?" He said, now facing the clerk. "May I sample some of your finest blend?"
"Of course sir." Loki heard him mumble.
"Where's she going?"
"Sherlock, she's going into the chapel."
"What was she carrying?"
"I don't-"
"She was carrying a parcel." Sherlock said impatiently. "You need to observe Loki."
"I wasn't looking at her-"
"No, you were looking at her breasts."
"No I wa-"
"Don't lie to me Loki."
Loki turned around to protest but then the clerk was back and Sherlock was stuffing tobacco into his pipe.
DoctorMaz, Out