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Summary: “It’s not Satanists,” Sherlock bellowed as he swept into the morgue.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Syzygy” for anyone, from @rewil.
I’m cheating on this one. We’re going back to 1996, to episode 3x03 of the ‘X-Files’ titled ‘Syzygy’. While I never use the word or its meaning in this drabble, the episode itself is clearly my inspiration.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
“It’s not Satanists,” Sherlock bellowed as he swept into the morgue. Molly assumed from his tone that it wasn’t the first time he’d made that assertation.
“How do you know, though? You haven’t even looked at the brand,” Greg grumbled as he pushed his way past the other man.
“Because I’m not an idiot,” Sherlock bit out. He leaned down to kiss Molly’s cheek as he joined Greg next to the exam table. “Tell him it’s not Satanists.”
“It’s not Satanists,” Molly echoed in a way that made it clear she was humouring Sherlock. “It is a bit odd, though.” She pointed at a shape that had been burnt onto the chest of the victim.
Greg leaned back and folded his arms. “That’s clearly a goat in a pentagram.”
Sherlock scoffed. “No, it isn’t.”
Both men turned to Molly.
“Some kind of horned beast, maybe,” she tentatively offered. “I thought it look a bit like the cartoon cow logo they use at the horrible steak place we went to last month.”
“That’s it!” Sherlock paused on the way out. “Molly? Baker Street tonight? You can help me solve the mystery of the horny beast.”
“Oi!” Greg shuddered. “I’m right here.”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Syzygy” for anyone, from @rewil.
I’m cheating on this one. We’re going back to 1996, to episode 3x03 of the ‘X-Files’ titled ‘Syzygy’. While I never use the word or its meaning in this drabble, the episode itself is clearly my inspiration.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
“It’s not Satanists,” Sherlock bellowed as he swept into the morgue. Molly assumed from his tone that it wasn’t the first time he’d made that assertation.
“How do you know, though? You haven’t even looked at the brand,” Greg grumbled as he pushed his way past the other man.
“Because I’m not an idiot,” Sherlock bit out. He leaned down to kiss Molly’s cheek as he joined Greg next to the exam table. “Tell him it’s not Satanists.”
“It’s not Satanists,” Molly echoed in a way that made it clear she was humouring Sherlock. “It is a bit odd, though.” She pointed at a shape that had been burnt onto the chest of the victim.
Greg leaned back and folded his arms. “That’s clearly a goat in a pentagram.”
Sherlock scoffed. “No, it isn’t.”
Both men turned to Molly.
“Some kind of horned beast, maybe,” she tentatively offered. “I thought it look a bit like the cartoon cow logo they use at the horrible steak place we went to last month.”
“That’s it!” Sherlock paused on the way out. “Molly? Baker Street tonight? You can help me solve the mystery of the horny beast.”
“Oi!” Greg shuddered. “I’m right here.”