~All lives end, all hearts are broken, and a win isn’t always clear. When it comes down to prodding wounds, some know how to hide emotions better than others, and some just know to strike where it hurts most. A certain grieving doctor just so happens to be Sherlock’s weak spot.~
 
 
Had a lot of help from lovely lady-karasu with the dialogue and summary, just because she’s way better with words than me.

I’m happy to help, dear; the brilliant concept was all yours, though, I just helped you tweak it. ❤

atlinmerrick:

Want more, want more, want more…

dramatis-echo:

So… you’re not working at the Yard anymore? JW

They gave me a ‘leave of absence’ after Sh— GL

Well… after that whole mess. GL

I’m basically on ‘house arrest’ till further notice. GL

Why? GL

I’m going away for a little while… JW

Though you might fancy coming with. JW

See the country? JW

Stretch your legs. JW

Bloody hell… GL

What in God’s name are you up to now, mate? GL

Nothing. JW

Just thought you might be interested in brushing up on some stealth tactics. JW

[no responce]

[1 Day Later]

Where and when? GL

Meet me at Baker Street. 1am. JW

I’ll provide the gear. JW

…You know, Mister Holmes would throw a fit if he knew what you were up to. GL

Mycroft can go spin. JW

In or out. JW

…I’m in. GL