Elementary Fic: Toxic
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 255 word Elementary drabble for the Numbers Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!
It was an abnormal day in the brownstone when the normally cool and collected Joan Watson could be seen running up the stairs from her basement office and skidding to a stop in the living room.
She frantically gazed around the room before throwing herself onto the floor, nearest the first pile of books she saw.
Kitty, seated at her makeshift desk in front of the murder board, opened her mouth to ask what was happening when Joan began a frenetic search of each book, practically ripping the pages in her haste.
She watched in bemused silence as Joan began to mutter darkly to herself after each unsuccessful attempt.
Finally, her curiosity got the better of her and she tentatively reached out a hand to touch Joan’s shoulder to get her attention.
“Watson, can I help?” Kitty asked softly.
Joan lowered her head in defeat. “No,” she uttered dejectedly. “I missed the deadline.”
“Deadline?” Kitty repeated quizzically.
“Sherlock bet me that I wouldn’t be able to find the exact chemical compound of Himalayan blackberries needed to poison an unsuspecting victim.”
Joan didn’t wait for Kitty to reply before she spoke again. “The deadline was 9pm and it’s...”
Just then Sherlock sauntered into the living room, holding his cell phone grandly. He leaned in closely to look at it before smiling mischievously at a quietly seething Joan. “Watson, do you know that it's 9:15?"
Joan turned and exchanged an exasperated glance with Kitty. “When I find the compound, you’ll help me test it on Sherlock, right?”
1_million_words ENJOY!It was an abnormal day in the brownstone when the normally cool and collected Joan Watson could be seen running up the stairs from her basement office and skidding to a stop in the living room.
She frantically gazed around the room before throwing herself onto the floor, nearest the first pile of books she saw.
Kitty, seated at her makeshift desk in front of the murder board, opened her mouth to ask what was happening when Joan began a frenetic search of each book, practically ripping the pages in her haste.
She watched in bemused silence as Joan began to mutter darkly to herself after each unsuccessful attempt.
Finally, her curiosity got the better of her and she tentatively reached out a hand to touch Joan’s shoulder to get her attention.
“Watson, can I help?” Kitty asked softly.
Joan lowered her head in defeat. “No,” she uttered dejectedly. “I missed the deadline.”
“Deadline?” Kitty repeated quizzically.
“Sherlock bet me that I wouldn’t be able to find the exact chemical compound of Himalayan blackberries needed to poison an unsuspecting victim.”
Joan didn’t wait for Kitty to reply before she spoke again. “The deadline was 9pm and it’s...”
Just then Sherlock sauntered into the living room, holding his cell phone grandly. He leaned in closely to look at it before smiling mischievously at a quietly seething Joan. “Watson, do you know that it's 9:15?"
Joan turned and exchanged an exasperated glance with Kitty. “When I find the compound, you’ll help me test it on Sherlock, right?”
