cadnis oneshots so i can get some f*cking sleep

the game is afoot

WHATS POPPING MY LITTLE MUPPETS IM BACK YEEHA

seriously though, i've missed all of you so much!!! ugh. words can't express how much i've missed this!

now onto important things. theres been a murder! if you'd like to solve it you can, just follow along with the story and let me know any conclusions or ideas you have. and let me know if you got it right when it's revealed! you have all the clues you need (and a few you don't!) if you're not into that you can just read it like normal and enjoy a victorian sherlock holmes au.

also important, I DID NOT COME UP WITH THIS CASE AND I OWN NO PART OF IT. i'm a whole idiot i am not smart enough to come up with a sherlock level case on my own, so i borrowed one from a game. people who made sherlock holmes: crimes and punishments, please do not sue me. i am a broke college dropout with no money please just ignore this. also if you know the case, please don't spoil it!!

tw for
murder and associated things (blood, mild gore, etc.)
internalized period typical homophobia
drug mentions
if i missed any please let me know!!
but otherwise, welcome back!

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"Hullo!" Cady chirps as she enters the door to 221B Baker Street, not noticing the state her dear companion is in on the sofa. She looks up after hanging her coat on the rack to find her pale and perspiring, and hears a weak groan. "Good heavens, Janis!" Cady drops her things and runs over to her partner's side. "Whatever happened to you?"

"I feel... deathly," Janis groans.

"And you look it," Cady tuts, checking her dilated pupils and feeling her temperature. "Don't tell me you've returned to your old habits." Janis allows Cady to check her pulse. It's weak, far slower than it should be. "Your pulse is weak and dropping, we-we need to get you to the hospital straight away. You are dying."

"The antidote," Janis moans, pointing weakly to the table nearby. "Give it to me."

"Antidote?" Cady asks. "You mean that you have been poisoned?! Don't tell me you did this to yourself. Here, drink it all."

"I was compelled to." Janis takes the small bottle and downs the whole thing in one go. Just then, Mrs. Norbury comes into the room to announce the arrival of Inspector Hubbard.

"Oh, Ms. Sarkisian is unable to see anyone at the moment, she is unwell," Cady says apologetically.

Janis suddenly pops upright behind her, seeming in perfect health. "Ah, Inspector. What is it this time?"

"A case for you, Ms. Sarkisian," Damian says. "We've brought in two young bankers from the city. Sons of lords, members of the chamber, et cetera. They were found stranded in a rowing boat drifting down the Thames."

"A romantic escapade gone awry," Janis says boredly, turning around to examine her nails.

"What? Well-it's true they were both in the buff, but..." Damian stutters. Janis simply raises an eyebrow at him and gestures between the both of them. He chuckles and nods. "I have another that might be more to your liking. Sir Rodney Bentcliffe has been murdered at the Roman Baths. And there's no sign of a weapon."

Janis turns to him again, eyes wide with delight. "I shall meet you there shortly. Are you coming, Heron?"

"I feel I must," Cady tuts. "But I'll have you know I'm against you going out, as your doctor and your friend."