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[WIP] Untitled 1/?. Elementary/Person of Interest
So. This was something, I have a vague idea where it will lead to. I’ve made a commitment to share snippets. Crossover between Person of Interest/Elementary.
Details and plots may change. Work in Progress. Inspired by this crossover vid
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It was not the norm that anyone would get the better of her, so she was more intrigued than annoyed when the woman stepped out of the shadow wearing a joker’s grin.
"Jaime Moriarty, I presume."
Moriarty inclined her head. “You would presume correctly, and may I know the woman I’ll kill?”
The woman’s grin broadened to a smile. “Presumptuous but you can call me Root.”
10 hours earlier
The sign on Sherlock’s door read: “Vigorous coitus ongoing. Or recently concluded” and by now Joan’s used to his modus operandi so she ignored it and headed straight for the cupboards to prepare coffee. This was usually the time one of Sherlock’s guests would exit.
Joan heard the door open behind her, “Do you take sugar with your coffee?”
"You know how I take my coffee, Watson."
Joan turned, raised her eyebrows at the angry lines running across Sherlock’s chest before Sherlock pulled down his shirt completely. “If you mean to ask about my guest she left before the sun rose. She was not and I quote, ‘the type to sleepover’.”
"Do you need any alcohol for that thing on your chest?"
Sherlock squinted at her then shook his head, “No, she was quite careful with the knife.”
Knife. Joan thought better to comment on that. “Is this the violinist you’ve been seeing?”
"No, she’s not a violinist, nor I suspect is she an executive for a local brokerage firm as she told me last night."
Joan grabbed a folder she left on the kitchen table last night and moved it before placing her coffee on the table. “So she lied about who she was, it happens.”
"Mm. Of course, I just really admire how she handles her—"
She winced, “Don’t finish that sentence.”
"Knife," Sherlock ended with a look that attempted to be innocent. "Watson, you have a dirty mind."
Joan rolled her eyes. “Gregson called earlier, he said we should check in with the station.”
Sherlock brightened. “A new case. Last night seems to be a precursor to an interesting day!”
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2.
It was by all accounts an open and shut case. The body was splayed out on the ground covered in snow. A simple mugging, or so it would seem. Looks, as Sherlock found in his long and distinguished career, can be deceiving
"Sherlock!" Captain Gregson’s voice rose above the din but he refused to acknowledge it for a few more seconds.
Watson nudged him. “Gregson is calling you.”
"I am aware, Watson."
Watson nudged him again, Sherlock gave her an aggrieved look before finally acquiescing and stood up to find Captain Gregson conferring with another detective. He was the short and stocky kind.
"Sherlock," Captain Gregson acknowledged with an abrupt nod then to his fellow detective, "this is Detective Fusco—"
"The man responsible for bringing down the infamous ring of dirty cops, HR, yes I’ve heard." Sherlock saw Watson give him a sideways look.
"I only brought in Simmons," Detective Fusco corrected with a frown.
"Detective Fusco, this is Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson, they’re our consultant for this case."
"What’s a detective from the Homicide Task Force doing here?"
"He was second responder on scene," Captain Gregson answered for Detective Fusco, he was looking at Sherlock sharply, Sherlock ignored this look. He’s been privy to many of a sharp looks.
"I was around the area," Detective Fusco confirmed. "Bell beat me by a minute, I don’t want any trouble with jurisdiction, I got a light case load, I can stick around and help if you don’t mind."
"We appreciate the help," Captain Gregson said, "but I’d like to make it clear that Detective Bell is the lead on the case."
"No arguments from me."
"And none from me too," Sherlock said. "If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to locate our erstwhile Detective Bell."
"Bell’s talking to CSU guy inside the apartment building," Captain Gregson informed him.
Sherlock acknowledged this with a nod then turned away but not before he heard Joan say: “Nice to meet you, Detective Fusco.”
Watson caught up with him just as about he reached the door, Sherlock could almost taste Watson’s curiosity crowd him, finally when they had some distance:
”I know you know Detective Fusco wasn’t responsible for bringing down HR, why did you ask that?”
"After the whole HR fiasco, I found myself curious about Detective Lionel Fusco, the shining new hero of the NYPD and what I found does not jive with the image of a hero cop. As far as I have researched, until three years ago he was almost as dirty as the policemen involved in HR."
"People change, Sherlock."
"Perhaps," he allowed.
Crossposted from tumblr.
Details and plots may change. Work in Progress. Inspired by this crossover vid
—
It was not the norm that anyone would get the better of her, so she was more intrigued than annoyed when the woman stepped out of the shadow wearing a joker’s grin.
"Jaime Moriarty, I presume."
Moriarty inclined her head. “You would presume correctly, and may I know the woman I’ll kill?”
The woman’s grin broadened to a smile. “Presumptuous but you can call me Root.”
10 hours earlier
The sign on Sherlock’s door read: “Vigorous coitus ongoing. Or recently concluded” and by now Joan’s used to his modus operandi so she ignored it and headed straight for the cupboards to prepare coffee. This was usually the time one of Sherlock’s guests would exit.
Joan heard the door open behind her, “Do you take sugar with your coffee?”
"You know how I take my coffee, Watson."
Joan turned, raised her eyebrows at the angry lines running across Sherlock’s chest before Sherlock pulled down his shirt completely. “If you mean to ask about my guest she left before the sun rose. She was not and I quote, ‘the type to sleepover’.”
"Do you need any alcohol for that thing on your chest?"
Sherlock squinted at her then shook his head, “No, she was quite careful with the knife.”
Knife. Joan thought better to comment on that. “Is this the violinist you’ve been seeing?”
"No, she’s not a violinist, nor I suspect is she an executive for a local brokerage firm as she told me last night."
Joan grabbed a folder she left on the kitchen table last night and moved it before placing her coffee on the table. “So she lied about who she was, it happens.”
"Mm. Of course, I just really admire how she handles her—"
She winced, “Don’t finish that sentence.”
"Knife," Sherlock ended with a look that attempted to be innocent. "Watson, you have a dirty mind."
Joan rolled her eyes. “Gregson called earlier, he said we should check in with the station.”
Sherlock brightened. “A new case. Last night seems to be a precursor to an interesting day!”
---
2.
It was by all accounts an open and shut case. The body was splayed out on the ground covered in snow. A simple mugging, or so it would seem. Looks, as Sherlock found in his long and distinguished career, can be deceiving
"Sherlock!" Captain Gregson’s voice rose above the din but he refused to acknowledge it for a few more seconds.
Watson nudged him. “Gregson is calling you.”
"I am aware, Watson."
Watson nudged him again, Sherlock gave her an aggrieved look before finally acquiescing and stood up to find Captain Gregson conferring with another detective. He was the short and stocky kind.
"Sherlock," Captain Gregson acknowledged with an abrupt nod then to his fellow detective, "this is Detective Fusco—"
"The man responsible for bringing down the infamous ring of dirty cops, HR, yes I’ve heard." Sherlock saw Watson give him a sideways look.
"I only brought in Simmons," Detective Fusco corrected with a frown.
"Detective Fusco, this is Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson, they’re our consultant for this case."
"What’s a detective from the Homicide Task Force doing here?"
"He was second responder on scene," Captain Gregson answered for Detective Fusco, he was looking at Sherlock sharply, Sherlock ignored this look. He’s been privy to many of a sharp looks.
"I was around the area," Detective Fusco confirmed. "Bell beat me by a minute, I don’t want any trouble with jurisdiction, I got a light case load, I can stick around and help if you don’t mind."
"We appreciate the help," Captain Gregson said, "but I’d like to make it clear that Detective Bell is the lead on the case."
"No arguments from me."
"And none from me too," Sherlock said. "If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to locate our erstwhile Detective Bell."
"Bell’s talking to CSU guy inside the apartment building," Captain Gregson informed him.
Sherlock acknowledged this with a nod then turned away but not before he heard Joan say: “Nice to meet you, Detective Fusco.”
Watson caught up with him just as about he reached the door, Sherlock could almost taste Watson’s curiosity crowd him, finally when they had some distance:
”I know you know Detective Fusco wasn’t responsible for bringing down HR, why did you ask that?”
"After the whole HR fiasco, I found myself curious about Detective Lionel Fusco, the shining new hero of the NYPD and what I found does not jive with the image of a hero cop. As far as I have researched, until three years ago he was almost as dirty as the policemen involved in HR."
"People change, Sherlock."
"Perhaps," he allowed.
Crossposted from tumblr.