Fic: 221B - The art of disguise

[anarion]

Title: The art of disguise
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick. Day 275.




Previous 221b: Good Vibrations


Today's prompt: disguise

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The art of disguise


“I guess he’s not coming anymore, is he?”

Lestrade looked at him, something like disappointment in his gaze.

“He was already here.”

“What? That’s impossible. I’ve talked to six people, he wasn’t one of them. No disguise is that good.”

“I told you he is outstanding when he puts his mind to it. He almost fooled me.”

“No way. He wasn’t here yet.”

“Let’s see your notes.”

“I don’t need to take notes.”

“Then tell me about them.”

“I talked to two teenagers, a young mother with a baby strapped to her chest, a lovely old lady with a hunch and a voice as if she smokes three packets a day, a beggar who was so dirty I couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman, and a marathon runner. I thought it was the beggar for a while but he or she was missing two fingers. No way he could fake that. And please don’t tell me it was the marathon runner or I will have indecent thoughts about his legs from now on.”

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t him. Look over there.”

The old woman walked back into the room, this time without the hunch and the contacts hiding the familiar blue eyes.

“John! That was amazing!” Lestrade grinned and slapped the old lady on the back.





Next 221b: An unrefusable offer


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AN:
The prompt was 'disguise'.


There will probably no 221B tomorrow since I have to deal with some family stuff.






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Comments

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

“I guess he’s not coming anymore, is he?”
Oh, so you wrote a sequel to yesterday's 221B, the one about Sherlock's orgasm hangover?
*guffaws shamelessly*

Aaand you fooled me. Again. As usual. Mind you, since it was John, he could have been the baby strapped to the young woman's chest. I mean, he has the right height. :D (Oh, all right, don't yell at me, I'm small too.)

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

Every single damned time you get me. Every time.

"And please don’t tell me it was the marathon runner or I will have indecent thoughts about his legs from now on.”

Probably the most hysterical line in any fic I'll read all month. Poor Lestrade, the boys put him through so much!

I hope the family stuff goes well dear one!

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I must admit, I read that first line with the exact same thought as Chocola... it was a nice moment :D

Very cleverly done, my dear - you got me, too!

[veniachan.livejournal.com]

This time I didn't even suspected! Insted, I was proud cause I figured it out, that the old lady was he. And then the last sentence arrived, and I realized, you got me - agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain XD

“I told you he is outstanding when he puts his mind to it. He almost fooled me.”
I think it fits perfectly. Just with she and without almost ;)

Good luck with family stuff!

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Oh for God's sake, woman! One day I'll be cleverer then you and I will get it! But today was not that day.

[mycitruspocket.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, you get me every time and I love it!