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thefinalsolution ([personal profile] thefinalsolution) wrote2014-01-19 08:17 pm

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He's had some time to settle into this new domain of endless possibility and do you know what Moriarty finds? He finds wondrous things. He finds messages passed along hotel stationary and he sees doors that lead to countless other universes and he watches people and knows there are certain ones he ought to make acquaintances with.

One of them isn't a potential client.

One of them is far more interesting than that. Joan Watson. How can it be? And how can he have not had something so brilliant in his life before? Joan Watson! Which surely means there's a Sherlock out there to serve as consulting detective, which means there might be some kind of solution to the final problem apart from putting all his hopes and dreams on his Sherlock. Possibility and potential. It warms a villain's heart.

He needs to make the meet. He's taken to orchestrating potential meetcutes where she might pass by, accumulating little props to help his little charade as John Holmes. His new wardrobe consists of cardigans and reading glasses over well-fitted jeans. He's found himself spots in the bar, the lobby, and the restaurant, and he'll wait until Ms. Watson graces him with her presence.

It will happen. Moriarty knows it will happen and when it does, he'll have something new to play with, finally.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-01-20 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Joan was enjoying the hotel, perhaps a little too much. She was dearly fond of Sherlock, but his presence could be tense and weighing, especially lately. You would think it would have been most difficult for her when she had started out as his new and unfamiliar sober companion, but in the end Sherlock, while he was different, had the similar responses and patterns she had experienced with other clients before. But now that they had been through so much and their relationship had changed to one of friend, apprentice, and companion, she found him more difficult than ever.

But the hotel? Was not a safe haven but one of new experiences removed from the ones she was getting in New York. It helped to keep her mind fresh and always buzzing, and it was a place to find more rest and relaxation - and as a result, her work was all the more better for it. Whenever she guiltily thought she might be cheating, she had to remind herself that it wasn't an exam.

She stopped in the lobby to check for notes at reception, in case there was any news, any mysteries she might look into, but all seemed calm on that front for the moment. She had decided to take a weekend at the hotel - hoping, of course, that the strange, tricky moveent of time was going to stay the same and not leap ahead without her as soon as she returned back home - and now she was wondering what she may do next to occupy herself.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-01-21 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Joan turned on her heel when she heard the soft clatter that was pen and notebook hitting the floor, and saw that the man she had idly noticed on first entering the lobby was hailing her. Ever helpful, she was heading for him in an instant, her tall shoes clicking loudly in her ears. The lobby wasn't especially full at that time of day, undoubtedly why he'd called to her.

"I've got it," she said, bending her knees so she could scoop both items off the floor. She'd detected a hint of accent on him, very familiar, and as she neared him and held his things out for him her eyes quickly worked him over. There was nothing especially out of place, but she'd gotten into the habit of memorizing people, never knowing when a detail might tell her something, now or later on.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-01-22 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't call dropping your things as bothering people," Joan said, with a smile. Her eyes flicked over the laptop screen but, not wanting to intrude, she quickly focused them back on his face.

She noticed the way he held her hands for just a second longer, but found nothing suspicious in it. She had been a doctor and then, after that, a companion, and she had always liked being around people, noticing the way they lived and acted, and appreciating human contact. She perhaps took it too much to heart; in the end it had contributed to her inability to continue in medicine any longer. "I don't think I've seen you around before," she said, "I'm Joan."
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-01-24 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Joan had to laugh at that. She had to admit, he was pretty adorable; and if there was one thing Joan couldn't resist, it was adorable people. Even Sherlock filled that description, in some way or another, when he wasn't being completely childish.

"I think that's why you can buy those sorts of thing in bags and cartons," she teased. "That or you'll have to cut those out of your diet, I suppose. But who wants to live life without eggs?"

She shook his hand, for a moment startled, but only slightly. Holmes; that was a normal last name, right? Like her own. It was the first names that had to be noticed, but even so she tucked that away in the back of her mind. "A pleasure," she said. "I hope you don't find this rude, but are you from London? I recognize the accent."
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-01-28 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Dr. Who?" she asked, then laughed. "Oh, no. I have some friends from London. I'll be honest, I'm not very good with accents yet, but I've heard that one enough that I don't feel completely idiotic when I ask." Yes, Joan had certainly been one of those people, once upon a time, who couldn't tell Australian from English. Living with Sherlock had changed that, in more ways than one. She noticed inflection, now.

"The prices are a bit better," she allowed. "I'm from New York, and everything costs an arm and a leg, there. But you meet a lot of people." She considered him, for a moment. Was he from a world like her own, or was he from someplace entirely different - somewhere crazy and strange, like some of the other people she had met here? "When did you make it into the hotel?"
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-03 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that was the New Year's party, I guess. It was pretty good, actually." She rarely had a chance to let loose recently - actually, it always felt like an uphill battle in order to find time to do whatever she wanted, but that had severely become more and more difficult over the past ten years. And worse, more recently, though she found some freedom in her work these days. Still, drinking around Sherlock was something she never did out of respect.

If he was a Holmes he was either related, or not even close to friends. From what she understood Sherlock's family was very rich, and the sons kept track of. John didn't strike her as being part of that pedigree, so she doubted there was a relation there. Besides, there was no telling they were even from the same version of their worlds. She was more interested in finding out about him than trying to puzzle out some distant relationship. "I only went the one time and it was huge, so probably not," she said.

"Are you researching something?" she asked. There were very few reasons someone might sit in a lobby with a notebook and a laptop simultaneously.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-04 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I've never been able to sleep before midnight on New Year's, even if I wanted to. I always feel like I'm going to miss something important."

A blogger? That made sense with what she was seeing (not that she was expecting him to lie; simply, everything was matching up cleanly for her observations). "A murder?" she guessed. It was that or a political scandal involving a woman in particularly dalmatian-like finery. She didn't find murders riveting, particularly - not in the way people who read the papers might. Joan fostered an appreciation for puzzles and the unknown, now - in figuring out oddities.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-05 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The last thing Joan would do was, of course, throw her lot in with a journalist. But case files were always interesting to her and, she supposed, if she could simply sidestep any of the possible reasons he might have for doing what he did, she could at least take a look and sate her natural curiosity.

"There are always people willing to read up on a case," she agreed, leaning forward slightly to begin skimming. She didn't point out the ethical questions that might arise - of compiling and putting out information on a case with low regard to anyone involved, especially family members. Sherlock would have, but Joan stayed silent for the moment. That would be rude. She never tolerated blatant disrespect, but she was always polite.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-06 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," she said, after a moment. Did she enjoy case files? In a way. They presented a puzzle for her to solve, much like diagnosing a health issue used to be when she was practicing. But it was true, she still found a lot of things chilling. "I work in that field. I consult. So I read a lot of them, but not before I got into the business. They aren't exactly light reading."
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Joan laughed. "You know, you might not realize it, but you talk like a journalist," she said. "I don't think I've answered this many questions about myself in months. I don't think I'm that interesting."

Still, he'd asked a question, and it would be rude not to answer, even though she felt she as a topic had been exhausted enough. "I was in medicine," she said. "A friend of mine introduced me to casework. It just sort of found me, I guess." To proclaim that Sherlock was an addict who she helped through recovery would have been treading far beyond the line of patient privacy than she was comfortable with, so she skated around it.

"What about you? How did you start writing? A friend of mine is a journalist."
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-11 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Curiosity wasn't a crime; she was guilty of it herself. "If you like," she said, smiling. "But I'd have to insist that if you want a proper diagnosis and treatment to go to someone with a current license.

"There's nothing to laugh about over children's books," she said, smiling. "Do you like kids, then? Because the hotel just got a baby." It was a bit interesting that someone who wanted to have a career related to children also found it equally interesting to dig into complicated murders.
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[personal profile] assistingconsultant 2014-02-19 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no, I meant..." Joan trailed off, then laughed, slightly, mostly at herself, and waved the statement off with her hand, nose wrinkling slightly. "Never mind. Thinking aloud." To tell the whole of the story would, after all, be too much like gossip to her, now that she thought about it.

"Are you just a writer, or did you want to illustrate them, too?" she asked. "I know some people do both."