"Inside work, perhaps?" Sherlock doesn't bother to contemplate it further. Could Jim have his fingers in even these lofty walls? The thought is enough to send chills down Sherlock's spine.
He hops around like an excited puppy, waiting to be let out of the room, waiting for Mycroft like he had inches from the threshold of the door to the Cambridge Library. He's almost beside himself.
"No, better than that. He never gets his hands dirty. Was there a calling card? Was there a message for me?" Sherlock's on the edge. He's so close now he might just go over.
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Mycroft, don't worry so much. You're irreplaceable.
Date: 2011-01-09 04:29 am (UTC)He hops around like an excited puppy, waiting to be let out of the room, waiting for Mycroft like he had inches from the threshold of the door to the Cambridge Library. He's almost beside himself.
"No, better than that. He never gets his hands dirty. Was there a calling card? Was there a message for me?" Sherlock's on the edge. He's so close now he might just go over.