a/n: One year after "The Reichenbach Fall", John Watson is leaving Baker Street.
Sergeant Sally Donovan attends a crime scene.
Thanks to thedragonaunt for help and encouragement.
Sherlock and friends do not belong to me.
Moving On 7
She had called him a freak,
She'd resented his presence,
She had seen what Inspector Lestrade
Could not see.
She had not been afraid
To express her opinion;
She was never the type
Who would meekly agree.
She had known he had brains,
An unfathomable talent,
But at crime scenes
He'd always seemed
So out of place.
She had trusted her boss
But she'd doubted his easy
Reliance on Sherlock
In every damned case.
~0~
Her face still glowed hot
At his thoughtless deductions;
His casual assessment
Had cut to the quick.
His passionless comments
On intimate matters
Were a set of clues solved,
Just a mean circus trick.
~0~
It was part of her job
To consider all options;
To explore every reason
Behind a girl's scream.
She was right to have started
To link facts together;
To check out an erstwhile
Unthinkable theme.
She did not want revenge
For his throwaway insults;
She was doing her duty
As anyone would.
There was no satisfaction
In seeing him hunted.
No man could get under her skin,
Like he could.
~0~
And yet, she'd been wrong;
She had misread the signals,
Ignored the true villain,
Played into his hand.
In truth, her resentment
Had tangled her motives;
Informed her suspicions,
Unseen and unplanned.
~0~
The freak had been right
About Jim Moriarty;
(And correct about Anderson's character, too.)
A year was too short
To reflect on her actions;
To wish for the chance
To unsay and undo.
~0~
The crime tape surrounded
The victim's prone body;
She studied the fatal red wound
At the throat,
And longed for the spark
Of a barbed conversation,
An arrogant gesture,
A swirling black coat.
~0~
But the chance to have told him
All this
Was long gone;
She must try
To shake free from the past
And move on.
~0~