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CASE N°49 – Cerebrospinal Fluid, signet ring carcinoma

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Sherlock ceased his fussing immediately and and turned to face    the captain. With an air of forced patience, sighed,       " Because…certain parties think that Jack Harkness, a man of your             description, and Sherlock Holmes, a man of my reputation and                description, have in their possession a certain object of value.                    It’s better if you don’t ask questions. Faster, too. How’s your                     Spanish? ”

                      ❛ It’s Christmas, Sherlock, I’m allowed to feign                       emotional attachment if I should so like to. ❜

" Are you? That isn't a part of your usual repertoire, Mycroft. I think the      holiday spirit has gone to your head. My God, you aren't         feeling festive are you? "

Petri Dish under microscope.

thereichenbachsurvivor started following you

                      ❛ Sounds important. ❜

" Since when have you considered my visits 'important?' Sounds silly       coming from you. . .shows a want of feeling. I don't recommend it for          you. "

Trachea

  he was everything she’d expected him to be.   dark eyes flitting across every inch of her figure   ( searching for observations, no doubt ). deep   voice. a bit choppy, but firm. fine.

  ’ wasn’t too familiar with him, but we did exchange     a casual greeting once in a while. in the hall.     in passing. ‘

  she paused. he wanted her name, a name he’d   surely heard. perhaps he assumed sebastian moran   was a man. perhaps he’d think nothing of it.

  ’ moran. seb moran. ‘

  seb was… lighter. manageable. though still a fair   jumping off point, it would buy her some time.

  ’ while his death was purely accident, you should     go through the papers in his office. there could be     some incriminating evidence about head mobsters     in america. if you feel like helping americans, that is. ‘

  a small smile darted onto her face.

Out of all of the words in his lexicon, only a few stuck out in his mind to    help him decipher just what he was feeling:                                                                              addled                                                                              struck                                                                              thrown There was something about this woman that was different, something he    had never noticed in a woman. Still, it was something he couldn't quite       put his finger on.          Was it the way she held herself?             The ex-military woman?                 The way she turned her head?                   Or was it the way her eyes bored into him like drills into stone?

Sherlock jotted down scribbled nothings in his booklet for image's sake.   He would remember.      " Miss Moran, then. What can you tell me about the deceased?"= Again, the pen moved but wrote nothing as he listened, wrapped in her     words tighter than a fly caught by the spider.                " I don't care about American mobsters. That's for the police to           handle."                           He flipped the booklet closed and started towards his cab.        " My name is Sherlock Holmes. If I have any more questions about           what's really important, I'll ask. Good morning."

seductive wink @ thereichenbachsurvivor

Cow mandible with a severe infection. Poor thing 😔. #skeleton #zoology #zooarchaeology #pathology

Telophase HeLa (cancer) cells expressing Aurora B-EGFP (green)

Salt, ink, oil under a microscope.