G is For Ginger Genius - Torchwood/Doctor Who- Open :)

*Smaug Flashback*

A.n

IM SO SO SORRY, i would like to apologize

 

no, the last chapter did not take place in Scandels in Belgravia, but in fact was during the great game.

 

i do apologize, and i hope this update does help compensate for my mistake.

enjoy! :)

 

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My mind slowly bubbled as i felt myself try its best to reminisce into the databanks of information in my suddenly larger brain.

 

So..

 

 

according to the timeline of the storyline so far we should be in........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The great game.

 

 

Oh great..

 

 

I get to met Moriarty soon.

 

 

Whoop de doo...

 

 

i felt myself go into detail as I mindlesly gazed at Sherlock who was intently listening as the discernable sound of the weeping woman came from the small speaker of the phone that Sherlock was now holding aloft, his face with a new look of intrigue as he waited for a reply to his simple 'hello'

the woman weepedf lightly into the phone as she took a shaky breath, and started talking as i looked at the phone with a solemn face.

 

"Hello.. sexy.." she hesitated, breathing in another well anticipated breath as Sherlock kept his accusing gaze on the walls as he took his cue.

"Whose this?" he asked in a low, nonwavering tone as he kept the phone in the same position as he kept his trained gaze upon the small, insignificant crack in the wall.

with another heavy breath, she shakily butted in, not awnswering his question.

 

"Sent you a little puzzle.. to say.. Hello." she let out a small gasp into the microphone, causing Sherlock to catch on to her slight distress at the terified tone in her voice.

 

"Who's talking? Why are you crying?" he inquried again into the phone, his eyes darting gently as he listened with his sharp and distinc ears, his hair slightly bobbing as his jaw moved to mutter the low, cold words that swent shivers down the spine of all criminals.

 

the woman cried, and took another breath before awnswering, indirectly of course "I'm not crying.. im typing. and this stuppid bitch is reading this out..." the woman took a small steadying breath, and i couldnt help myself but mutter quietly.