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“ so….” daniel began, tossing the stress ball from one hand to the next, feet propped up on his desk, gaze focused on the woman in front of him. it was awkward, he wouldn’t lie, trying to have a conversation with cully, his ex girlfriend, especially after their breakup had been so drawn out, so fraught with emotions. even now a year after their split, the wound was still raw. “ i guess you’re not colleen barnaby anymore huh? ” gavin had spilled the beans after one too many drinks at the pub. muscle in his jaw twitched as scott squeezed his stress ball before tossing it into the opposite hand. “ must’ve really meant a lot to you - you and i, that you’d run off and marry some other guy so soon after. ” hurt clawed at his insides, but daniel refused to let it show. cully barnaby had seen enough of his vulnerability for one lifetime. “ would’ve sent you a toaster off your registry if i’d known. ” 

colleen was going to murder troy in a fashion that would send the causton police department reeling— she’d murder him in a fashion that would be written about for hundreds of years after the fact. she’d be written into plays as a heartless, sadistic murderess— a role she’d love to play now, honestly. this was also, possibly, partially her own fault. anyone within a hundred square kilometres knew not to confide in gavin troy but it had been so difficult to keep everything about her present situation all pent up— it had been lonely. colleen’s eyes narrowed into slits as daniel continued, once again making light of everything she did and everything that happened to her, as if she were still just a ridiculous pigtail-wearing little girl that loved nothing more than being taken on a ride along with her father. he was never going to take her seriously. 

“not that it’s any of your business, daniel,” the use of his proper name was a clear indication of anger bubbling beneath the surface of her smooth skin, “but i am still colleen barnaby. i’ve always been colleen barnaby and i always will be. no one is going to change that.” colleen wrapped her arms over her chest, an action she knew he would read as defensive, but she was holding herself so tightly that it was more for comfort than anything. of course their relationship meant a lot to her— why else would she run back to uni and marry the first nearly tolerable bloke she met? she couldn’t get daniel out of her mind or out from under her skin and it was driving her mad. she’d been furious with him and even more furious that she couldn’t have him anymore because it had all blown up in their faces. she’d been furious with her father for a long time, too. they’d only just started talking again a few months ago and colleen was still mostly ignoring joyce. 

“your stupid toaster wouldn’t’ve gotten any use, anyway.” the struggle to maintain eye contact with the man that set her heart on fire and ripped it out was increasing but she couldn’t back down. he’d taken advantage of her weakness and made a joke of it too many times already. “i’m sure you’ve figured out that it was over astonishingly quickly.” 

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“ oh that’s a new one, ” watson grumbled under his breath. sherlock was honest, in that everything he said was true. but he had a nasty habit of lying by omission, forgetting to mention things here or there. his knee was bothering him today, old war wound making it stiff and uncomfortable. and though he’d insisted on going to therapy with sherlock to work this out, he was regretting it the longer they were here, especially with the height of the sofa, fully aware he was going to have to use his cane to get back up. “ oh we all absolutely understand that, holmes. you’re a prime example of someone who can’t stand to be wrong. hence why we’re here today. ” hand went down to his knee, rubbing at it in hopes of some relief. “ two years ago he decided to fake his own death. didn’t bother to mention it or discuss alternative ways of fixing the problem, ” watson continued on, talking to the therapist now. “ and while i’ll admit, it worked, i also thought he was dead until a few months ago when he just showed up in my living room. ” gritting his teeth, john glanced over at his partner. “ and he still has yet to apologize for the fact i thought i buried him. ”

he didn’t have to look directly at watson to know that his knee was bothering him again. it— the knee— was an on and off again concern with the occasional high speed chases they found themselves on during cases. it seemed to sherlock that watson’s injury had worsened during the past two years, likely because he’d been out of practice. but watson wasn’t the only one out of practice. sherlock hadn’t exactly been around many people during his absence, much less a therapist, so this was rather new. he couldn’t say that he was enjoying it. particularly not when watson was giving him the look. “to give an apology would require me to feel remorse.” sherlock leaned back into the couch and focused on keeping his tone steady. eye contact was out of the question but he was faking it well. “i don’t.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “i don’t feel remorse for my actions because they were for the greater good.” he jerked his head towards watson, his poker face cracking just the slightest bit, “particularly his greater good.” 

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“i’d like to be upfront with you, doctor, because i do believe that honesty is the best policy.” sherlock unwound his scarf from around his neck and dropped it onto the coffee table in front of him. the room was warmer than he’d expected it to be— likely to lower his blood pressure and calm him. “we don’t need to be here.” he leaned back and clasped his hands together. “but the man sitting next to me wouldn’t shut up until i agreed to attend a session. for what, i’m sure you’re wondering and i can tell you—” sherlock inhaled deeply, “watson is apparently still angry with me over something that happened more two years ago now— i did explain my rationale and it was very rational— but he just keeps bringing up. i think it’s a pride issue— being wrong, you know. some people just can’t stand it.” 

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he didn’t ​like doing these back alley sort of deals, these underhanded bargains that made him feel like some shady criminal. like he was doing something wrong. but how coud it be wrong if he was so close to finding the answer. tongue darted out, wetting his lips as the older hardy boy nodded at the person approaching him. “did you bring what i asked?”

ace pushed himself off of the wall he’d been waiting against and reached up to adjust his ball cap. “well, yeah, ‘cause that’s what i drove all the way out here for?” he paused a moment before closing the distance between them. “if we ever do this again, and it’s totally cool if we don’t, can you pick some place a little less...” he hissed, “smelly?” with his piece said, ace slung his backpack off and set it on the ground between them. “all your spy gadgets are in there, double-oh-seven. you got what i asked for?” 

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heart rate pounding, daphne glanced down at her phone, hoping, praying that she’d see the bars light up in recognition. they should’ve had a backup plan if things went south. with fred he’d always had a plan. sometimes that plan was just run, daphne sprinting in three inch heels as if her life depended on it. and maybe this time it did. maybe they had had a backup plan, but clearly it hadn’t been memorable enough, disaster having struck and daphne clinging to the metal lifeline that was about as helpful as a brick at the moment. desperation seemed to claw at her throat, eyes wide with fear as she caught sight of her companion. “… there’s no signal out here.”

“you know,” joe inhaled deeply and tilted his face towards the sky, “it’s okay.” there were worse things. they could have gotten in a car accident instead of it just breaking down or they could be lost in the middle of the woods. instead, they were on the side of a backroad just off the highway, surrounded by corn fields. “there’s some corn you can snack on if you’re hungry,” joe winced halfway through his gesturing towards said corn, “and where there’s fields there’s farmers, right? gotta be a house around here somewhere. and a phone in the house. yeah. we’re all good.” joe slowly looked back at daphne over his shoulder. he just hoped she could keep it together because the engine was still smoking and the sky was darkening. he’d get them through this. he had to. if frank ever found out that his recklessness had lead to this he’d never hear the end of it. “i bet we’re not even that far from where we were supposed to be. there was only one more turn after this road...” 

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“i’m never doing this with you again.” sure, troy was a detective and it was his job to help those who needed helping. but this situation was requiring more help than he deemed himself capable of giving. his feet were fucking killing him and they didn’t have a single lead. “he’s your friend. how are you at a complete loss when it comes to finding him? if he runs off all the bloody time you should be old hat at dragging him home again by now.” 

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“mulder!” dana hissed, her hand flying out in the dark, searching for him. “something moved over there!” was the urgency in her voice due to fear? no, of course not, it was simply a matter of not wanting to lose whatever it was. evidence was the key to validating mulder’s research and gathering it was the reason she’d been partnered with him in the first place. they had to move fast and she couldn’t be the only one to see the source of the movement, otherwise her observations would be considered even less than hearsay. “mulder!” 

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“why are we here?” sherlock stuffed his hands deep into his pockets as he slowly turned towards his companion. he hadn’t decided if he was amused by this turn of events or annoyed by it just yet. he hadn’t had a case in awhile and he was itching— literally and figuratively. “does this have anything to do with murder or a less interesting crime?” 

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“have you... ever done this before?” vee couldn’t even try to hide her grimace as she watched the other struggle through... whatever it was they were doing. she’d offer to step in and help, maybe, if this were anywhere near her areas of interest or expertise. since it was neither, she’d comfortably situated herself against the wall. “we could always come up with a new strategy?” 

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“like, choose your victim.” shaggy grinned crookedly, barely suppressing a laugh, as he gestured to the towering sundaes between them. each was piled high with numerous toppings and sauces and would need to be consumed with vigour. they’d start melting too and their relationship with gravity was precarious at best. shaggy wasn’t looking to push any further. he wanted that ice cream in his mouth, not on the table. “this is a generous offer, so like don’t waste it. your mystery sundae awaits.” 

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“i’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.” george stomped out of the kitchen with the first aid kit clutched tightly in her fist. everyone else knew well and good to just clear out of the way unless they wanted to be grabbing the first aid kit for themselves. she dragged a chair from the table nearest to their booth and plunked down in it, dropping the first aid kid on the table, before taking their battered face in their hands. she was just barely resisting the urge to squeeze until her heart rate slowed. “and then i’m gonna kill you. what the fuck were you thinking?”

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tag drop.

[ FILE : ace. ] [ FILE : charlie nelson. ] [ FILE : colleen barnaby. ] [ FILE : dana scully. ] [ FILE : gavin troy. ] [ FILE : georgina fan. ] [ FILE : joseph hardy. ] [ FILE : nancy drew. ] [ FILE : norville rogers. ] [ FILE : sherlock holmes. ] [ FILE : velma dinkley. ]