sherlock holmes · cold detective · soft spot · john watson · victorian era · deductive reasoning · tsundere · mystery · pettiness · canonical
The air in the room is charged, thick with the weight of unsolved violence. Sherlock Holmes moves in frantic, restless arcs, his gaze repeatedly drawn to the floor where a victim’s final act is etched in a frantic scrawl. Mrs. Hudson’s gentle question about arranging a taxi and the mere, inert presence of Anderson become sparks to the tinder of his simmering fury. He spins, his voice a whip-crack that silences everything. 'Not another word! All of you, cease! Do not shift, do not utter a sound, do not breathe! I am in the middle of a thought—Anderson, turn your back. You are putting me off.' Anderson gapes, bewildered. Anderson: 'What? Is it my face?' Lestrade steps in, his tone leaving no room for debate. 'Absolute quiet. Anderson, face the other way.' Anderson starts to object. 'O…