Caught him. Almost red handed. But not a nice clean collar. Think I've gone through half the back gardens in Greater London. If there's and Olympic event that involves scrambling over fences and falling over bloody ornamental fountains in the dark, I could enter for England.
Absolutely bloody knackered. Had to get India99 in in the end to find the bastard. Jesus.
It's bloody frightening, searching for someone in the dark, not knowing if they've armed themselves, not knowing where they could be. Think i'm 99% adrenalin right now.
Still, got to get into custody, process him and interview him before I get home. Lots to do. Evil bastard.
Hope tomorrow night is quiet.
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Oh thank god. I knew you'd get him.
(i know i know, going back to sleep now, promise)
L, you are awesome. Sally, same goes for you.
O___O Lestrade, you're a BAMF (Bad Ass Mother Fucker). I hope the rest of the job gets gone quickly so you can go home and have some well-deserved rest. :)
Good for you! Here's hoping you can now enjoy that camping trip.
(Captcha agrees. The word is fidos.
There is almost an Olympic event like that - it involves running and jumping over hurdles and one high hurdle that's in water. It's very strange. They do, however, tend to do it with lights.
And a helicopter, man, that sounds particularly dicey in a city. I'm glad to hear that the night ended with everyone safe.
Yay! Thank goodness you're all right and no one was hurt.
Hopefully you can have a quiet day tomorrow with your boys, and a quiet night at work.
Thanks everyone. Pretty pleased with the result, obviously. Just a shame we didn't get him sooner. But still, hard case. Glad we cracked it. Glad he's off the streets.
Good stuff - thank you :-)
I'm losing track of the days, is it the big rugby match today?
What day is it? I think...it's on Sunday. Is it Saturday now? I really don't have a clue.
Today is saturday, yes, and the rugby is tomorrow.
I had a sudden fear today was Sunday.
Coffee. Food. Camping stuff, in that order?
You weren't gone that long, I would've noticed.
Yeah, followed by more sleep for you I think.
I'm all right.didn't sleep that well. Probably because It's light out.
Still, a nap wouldn't hurt if you can manage it. You looked pretty rough when you got in this morning.
Felt a bit rough. You wouldn't believe the shit people keep in their gardens to trip up unsuspecting coppers. And spiky plants/bushes should be banned.
I'll see how I feel. That's supposing we ever get out of the shops without the entire contents... I'm beginning to think taking Sherlock to a shop that sells...well, everything, is probably a bad idea.
I bet they really do have those dog panniers annoyedwabbit was talking about.
I suppose I'm less worried about the fact they sell everything, more the fact you can try out most things - last time I went in there they had sleeping bags out, tents, bikes, golf gear...well, you name it, you could try it out/on.
We may just spend our holiday in the shop.
You say that like you won't be crawling into the tents right along with the boys... Well, maybe you won't, but I definitely will, fair warning.
Oh, I don't deny that for a second. Afterall, we have to make sure we all fit, right??
It's when we lose Sherlock...this place is massive ... and then spend the rest of the week trying to track him down. We can't even starve him out, as they sell all those sports/camping/hiking foods/drinks.
I vote we get one of these:
http://www.decathlon.co.uk/EN/bambino-69398799/
and a long leash, first thing, then look around the rest of the shop with Sherlock well tethered.
He'll get out of it. We'd need a padlock as well.
http://www.decathlon.co.uk/EN/3-lock-set-17249340/
three of them should at least take him a few minutes - enough time for us to spot him working and foil the escape attempt?
We could put him in a sleeping bag, too, and zip him into it. Sherldini...escape artiste extraordinaire.
Heh. I can just picture him ooching along like an inch worm in a very slow escape attempt...
Maybe we can get them to security tag him, so at least if he gets to the doors we'll know??
I did tell him once I'd get his mum to tag him with some kind of GPS chip if he didn't stop running off.
Ha! We should do that for camping.
Right, boys, get downstairs, we're going shopping.
(If anyone witnessed what seemed to be an entire nomadic tribe crossing London late this afternoon, that would have been us, with the entire contents of a small village, all apparently essential for a week camping in a spot only about ten minutes drive from the nearest large town...or just because it was too cool to leave in the shop...)
We didn't have actual camels...
We're a modern nomadic tribe. We had actual Range Rovers. (Well, we had one, Anthea had one. Stuff fitted in ours, I'm pleased to say. But Anthea didn't fit in ours.)
Stuff fitted in ours
Barely.
Yeah, and we've got to get the dogs in yet...think we'll need a roof box. Or do you have a friend you could borrow an army truck from?
The dogs and their things and the things we need from home... I'm thinking maybe a C-130.
The tent (and everything!) is amazing though. I wish they'd had shops like when I was Sherlock's age.
I can only assume your excitement is leading to you forgetting how to write English.
Or maybe they didn't have shops, like, when you were Sherlock's age. (Although as they had them, like, when I was Sherlock's age, I can't imagine they'd all gone within 5 yrs.) ;)
But yes, it is all bloody amazing. And clever. And quite a lot of fun. And brilliant they had so many tents set up. We seriously could just go on holiday to that shop...
Sorry it got too late for me to do dinner - you lot eaten yet? I might venture down to the canteen shortly...
Like that! You knew what I meant. :P Anyway, if they did, I never got to go and play in them, I mean see them.
We're just going to now. Mrs Hudson's expanded her repertoire - it's something Moroccan with preserved lemons. She tells me she preserved them herself.
No. Although I used to go to the agricultural store. It was brilliant. A huge warehouse off the back of it, filled with every animal feed you can think of - pig nuts, chicken feed, sheep pellets - the smell was lovely. And the front had machinery and just...stuff.
I'd probably rather eat some of that stuff than what the canteen is offering. Today we're on the 'red stuff', as opposed to 'white stuff' or the occasional 'yellow stuff'. Might wait until after midnight when they start doing breakfast again...at least you can tell what it's made of.
Ha. That reminds me of the diner at my college. We always used to wait until the magical midnight hour, when they'd start serving breakfast again.
Their other food was actually good, but there's something about getting eggs and bacon late at night.
I'm lost as to what the red stuff might be. Unless it comes over pasta?
...Pig nuts are what pigs eat, yes? Not nuts made from pigs?
what it comes with varies according to some algorithm only understood by NASA scientists and Mycroft. It can be potato, rice, pasta or whatever else was going cheap at the wholesalers, I presume. But yes, it's loosely based on some sort of bolognaise type thing, as in, tomato and meat of some form, with other 'stuff' included. White stuff is similar, but in a creamy/cheesy/tasteless sauce, and yellow is slightly spicy (at a level even I can tolerate). I think yellow is probably leftover white with a new spice added.
http://www.valegardens.co.uk/acatalog/info_23989.html
yes.
They should hire Mrs Hudson. She'd have things fixed up in no time.
Pig nuts. Right. Got it.
What are you doing tonight?
Must say I like the feeding instructions for how much to feed the boar!
Everywhere should have a Mrs Hudson.
I'm in the office. Hoping not to get called out. Got a few things to sort out from last night, paperwork to clear, that sort of thing.
Or an Angelo.
Sounds relaxing compared to last night's olympic event. We're playing a board game of Sherlock and Mycroft's devising. I have no idea what the rules are but I'm definitely going to lose soon.
Both.
Yeah. It is. I can do without that sort of excitement, though. Still, Sal would probably think it's good training.
The rule is probably that you'll lose. No other rules.
Ah, but when I lose, they have to go to bed.
Then the rule is probably that no one will ever lose, ever.
I'm beginning to think you're right.
Has Sally mentioned the match tomorrow? Am I the only one who feels we might be slightly...less than totally prepared?
Haven't seen her since practice. And no. I do too. Like I said though, it's more like an ancient battle than a sporting event.
Molly will be there, but you'll be in demand for any injuries requiring more than a wet sponge and a bit of magic spray.
What, exactly, is magic spray?
Magic!
Um, it's cold spray, you know, you spray it on and it's bloody freezing, stops stuff hurting. I don't know how it works, apart from magic. Ask the Doc.
Presumably alcohol based? At least, that was what the freezing spray they used before removing my stitches was. Hopefully it's more effective on muscles - I think feet are just painful no matter what.
It's totally, like, magic, yeah.
Just put Sherlock to bed. He hopes someone needs stitches so he can watch but that it doesn't hurt too much.
Becca - you get freezing spray before stitch removal? Why don't I ever get that?
Ha - I'm sure someone will oblige him. Although whether they want an audience is another thing
He'd certainly distract them from their suffering. They'd worry about him planting alien seeds in their wounds instead.
They'd be glad for Molly...
We got much planned for tomorrow? Sleep, try the tent out, play rugby, attempt to pick up all our body parts off the pitch, either celebrate or commiserate in the pub, sleep?
Introduce Molly and Sherlock and weather the aftermath...
He will adore her. Or at least, he'll be good with her, if he thinks it will get him somewhere. (somewhere being into the mortuary, I imagine)
How is it only quarter to eleven? I wonder if there are any biscuits anywhere...
There might be more of those horrible marmite nuts in your bag. Possibly.
Have I ever mentioned that I might love you?
(Is this because you know I won't be able to kiss you for another 8 or so hours?)
Those two facts are completely unrelated, and you cannot prove otherwise. Plausible deniability.
the fact that I love you and the fact I won't see you for another 8 hours? Yes, they are indeed unrelated.
Fact one was your nuts.
I love you too, even with marmite breath.
Thanks for the clarification! Alcohol is magic. Got it.
So my nuts and the fact I won't see you for another 8 hours are unrelated? On the contrary, I can assure you my nuts are really quite distressed about this turn of events.
You'll have to start carrying breath mints at all times. Just in case.
Have you discussed the matter fully with your nuts then? I'd quite like to have heard that conversation.
Just in case you're packing nuts?
Well, I got freezing spray when getting my stitches out. It may have something to do with the 100+ stitches on very sensitive parts of my foot.
Sadly, even with the narcotics and the freezing spray, it still hurt like mad. It must be the spot though - they were taking stitches out of my hip at the same time (bone graft) and it didn't hurt at all.
My nuts and I are in full understanding. We communicate without words.
three quarters of an hour until breakfast...paperwork making me sleepy.
Becca - I think Danger's just cruel to me. Although to be fair, I've never had stitches in anywhere very sensitive.
Just in case you're packing nuts?
They are detachable?
Detachable and capable of speech, you guys must have some interesting evenings.
When you get 100+ stitches out of your foot, I'll have the magic spray standing by.
I'm glad you and your nuts understand each other so well. I'd hate for you to have a falling out.
After Becca's description, I think I'll try to avoid it.
I do try not to let my nuts fall out. That could get me into all sorts of trouble.
Please do.
Don't go offering them to other people either.
Never! Although you have stated you think they're 'horrible'...so, y'know, not sure why you'd care...
I have strong opinions about your nuts.
Yes, but not good ones, it seems.
Anyway, you know my nuts are all yours. Well, yours and mine.
And you should be sleeping. The worst thing that will happen to me tonight is food poisoning. Spider will be missing her bedmate. Unless you're in bed? Actually, don't tell me, I'm trying to concentrate.
It's a love/hate relationship. Strong emotions, drama, all that.
I won't tell you then. Spider says hi.
As long as it has a happy ending...
Git.
Shhh I'm sleeping. In bed. In jam jar jim jams (not really).
Sweet dreams then.
I'm going for breakfast.
See you in the morning.
All right. Goodnight, love.
You better be asleep...
But if you wake up, I've been fed, watered and am off to review some evidence. But you can call me anytime you want, if you wake up.
It's 5:30 and no one's jumped on me yet... God I love sleep.
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