Lestrade's work called earlier, wanting him to come in for some unspecified purpose. It turns out the purpose was to tell him he's being sent to Italy on a kidnapping and murder case. Again, for an unspecified period of time. Until they catch the bastard, basically. Lestrade doesn't want to go, and we don't want him to, obviously, but he's not being given a choice.
Sherlock very nearly experienced nuclear meltdown when Lestrade had to go back to work, so you can imagine how he's reacted to this news. Or maybe you can't. For you sake, I hope you can't. There was a lot of shouting and shrieking and angry, frustrated tears when it turned out, once again, that his temper couldn't change the course of the world. I wish it could, this time. It's really not fair, not today, and yeah, life isn't fair, but I don't think the universe really needed to drive that point home quite so hard.
I called Mycroft to tell him so he didn't read it on the blog first. You'd think this flat was twice the size it is for how empty it feels without him.
Sherlock very nearly experienced nuclear meltdown when Lestrade had to go back to work, so you can imagine how he's reacted to this news. Or maybe you can't. For you sake, I hope you can't. There was a lot of shouting and shrieking and angry, frustrated tears when it turned out, once again, that his temper couldn't change the course of the world. I wish it could, this time. It's really not fair, not today, and yeah, life isn't fair, but I don't think the universe really needed to drive that point home quite so hard.
I called Mycroft to tell him so he didn't read it on the blog first. You'd think this flat was twice the size it is for how empty it feels without him.
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Well...I think he's so tired he's sort of run out of energy on the noise front.
He did just give me a fat lip by flailing his arms around in his rage...but God, poor kid. I feel like doing the same thing right now.
The flat feels massive. I just can't believe ... oh, I'll shut up about it.
I'm bloody glad this didn't happen yesterday. I'd've been devastated if I hadn't been to see Mycroft settled in at school today.
I just feel...I don't know. Utterly out of control of my own life again. I hate it.
I know. It's a bad situation all round, though yeah, it would've been a lot worse yesterday. Let's get him settled in bed? And then I don't know, I suppose endless hugs would be impractical at the moment, though that's really all I want.
Yeah, let's see if he's tired himself out enough to fall asleep despite himself.
Endless hugs sound perfect. Let's give them a go.
I told them I couldn't do the 7am flight. I'd take the 2pm. So need to be at Heathrow by 12. COuldn't face getting up in the middle of the night to get there for 5am. So we could walk up to school together? And...I don't know. If you come to the airport I might stuff you into my hand baggage and take you with me.
Oh dear god, that absolutely sucks - for all of you :-(
Sending you all good thoughts and hugs, fwiw.
L - yeah, that'd be good. And I'll risk it and come to the airport anyway.
Nameless - thanks.
Oh...Gatwick, even. I could have sworn it was LHR. Anyway, glad I noticed now. I suppose.
Mycroft - hope you've settled in tonight. Sleep well. And...yeah, you'll be fine. But call any time. We miss you. All of us.
We miss you.
A lot. Yeah.
Oh, wow, that completely sucks. I'm so sorry, Lestrade. I hope you're able to wrap things up quickly.
Poor Sherlock. He must be just beside himself with all the changes. I hope he calms down soon, but with everything going on I'll keep my fingers crossed for you all.
Mycroft, I hope you have a good night, and manage to get some sleep.
Take care, all!
Piplover - honestly, it's John who'll have his work cut out for him. The timing's terrible.
And now I need to pack. I hate packing.
Is there anything I can do that would be useful at all? As it is, I feel like I'm just walking about picking things up and putting them down again.
umm...tell me what I need? right now I can't even remember how I get dressed in the morning.
Come and have a hug?
definitely ignore me if I look like i might lose it. and for Gods sake don't be kind to me, because then I definitely will.
All right. I can manage that. Thanks. And don't forget your socks.
socks. right.
I think I could fit you in my bag. can I pack you and take you with me?
If you did, you'd never fit anything else in there.
wouldn't care.
You'd have to squeeze Sherlock in too. Or stick him in your hand baggage.
flying business class. Only ticket they could get. So I get enough baggage allowance for both of you.
Never flown anything but cattle class before.
Nor me. That's something I suppose. Seats that actually fit a normal sized human being.
yeah. Think positive, right?
...I'm finding it fairly difficult, I admit.
Maybe you'll get to see your family there once the case is wrapped up?
You should take marmite. Unless they frown on on you crossing international borders with it, which I could quite see. Toxic substance and all. Oh, and Spider if she'll fit.
Yeah. Depends where I end up. And...how much I want to get home. I mean, I'd like to see them, but it wouldn't be the same without you.
Do I seriously have to get through security with a massive spider in my bags??
I love you. thank you.
I love you too.
Do I seriously have to get through security with a massive spider in my bags??
I really think you do. You know Sherlock will ask you about it in the morning...
right, I'll take Spider. Even though I think you should keep her so you don't get lonely.
How I will explain Spider if anyone asks is...well, I'll come up with something. Somehow.
Besides, if you need something to comfort you at night when you miss everyone, I think that Spider is the only possible candidate.
Phones just aren't cuddly.
I so wish things were different and I'm sorry that they're not. L, please do take care of yourself while you're away - remember that you need to sleep and eat while you work, even if it seems like ignoring those necessities in favor of working will get you home sooner. And John, I hope you get some cuddly Sherlock to help you through the separation.
Sherlock, you have so many talents, your art being only one of them; can you use your big brain to figure out ways to make being apart from L and Mycroft easier on John? Helping someone else cheer up is usually a great way to cheer yourself up, too.
(Maybe they make better colored pencils in Italy?)
Good luck to you all!
well, I'll come up with something. Somehow.
You can tell them Sherlock insisted. If any of them have kids, I'm sure they'll understand.
I think they'll understand Spider more easily than the rest of our...unique set up.
Italy is the country whose parliament just voted against making homophobia a crime. Outside the big cities it's... well, it's difficult. It's still a largely Catholic country, afterall. And gay couples can't adopt or anything there. I'm sure I'll be fine though. Just...well, yeah, it'll be fine. Just odd.
Hmm. Maybe don't show them the picture of him in his fairy wings then...
all pictures of you lot will be for my eyes only.
Glad technology means I can take pictures of you all with me easily.
What a crock this is. :(
I agree completely.
Lindsay - yeah, total bastard. And the kids are only young. Don't know how much the little girl saw but...yeah, anyway, hopefully we'll get him really fast.
And I think I need to sleep. I'm rather expecting an early Sherlock wake up call again.
Can't get used to how odd it is without the dogs padding about. Almost went up to Mycroft's room earlier to tell him it was time to get off the computer and go to sleep...Mycroft, if you're reading this...time to get off the computer and go to sleep :)
Someone's probably already told him. I imagine they go around and check. I miss him already and he hasn't been gone a day.
Me too.
Hope he's having fun. His room mate seemed nice. Even if they may as well have been speaking Klingon when they started comparing computers, as far as I was concerned.
Yeah. I think they both had this Linux thing, so that's probably good?
We should sleep, you know.
Yes. On both counts.
Although I might just lie in bed staring at you and hoping that tomorrow I'll get there and they'll already have caught him so I can come right back to you.
You could stare at your pillow while I rub your back?
Only if you want. You probably need to relax more than I do.
Maybe. Tomorrow's coming on fast.
John, Greg - *splutters* Italy, they're sending you to Italy?!?! There are days when the universe seems very intent on making sure no one's happy, or not stressed out to the end of their tethers. *tight hugs for all of you*
John, is there any chance of back-up coming in for Sherlock care? (I hope someone's warned Sherlock's teacher...?) Maybe you could invite his mother over a bit to calm him down...?
Greg, I hope the case wraps up quickly, with the little girl safe and sound, and that you don't get hurt bringing that man into custody. Safe travels, and be careful.
- A from NW
... This sucks. So very badly. I -hope- you guys are sleeping right now, even though it probably is a futile exercise.
Sherlock: MUSHY STUFF WARNING AHEAD. Just FYI.
Greg, we're all going to miss you, though obviously not as much as John and the boys. I'm glad spider is going with you. I hope you're back before a certain date which I know a certain someone has been looking forward to and involves the number six. Also this will have the wonderful side effect of getting a monster off the streets. Still any chance of taking Sally with you?
*lots of hugs*
John, we're here for you. I know it's not the same, but there it is.
Oh dear. Good luck with your international policing stint. That poor girl...
Take care of yourself.
You know, despite all of this, all I can think is "what on Earth would have become of these boys if they'd gotten this far without John and Greg?" What if they'd no nanny at all and were still stuck in the house in the middle of nowhere with no one but Anthea and Mrs. Hudson when they had no other duties? God, how would Mycroft have coped wth the transition? And what on Earth would Sherlock have DONE?
Man alive,
Bronwyn
Thinking of you all this morning.
Hope spider enjoys the flight.
Thanks. Getting Sherlock out of the house for school was...difficult. he clung onto anything and everything to stop us.
But now he's there and we're back home and I'm trying not to sulk on a Sherlockian scale about it all. And trying to fit in packing around hugging John a lot.
Right. Just got the first call for boarding.
Miss you already.
Good luck with Sherlock. Tell him I'll try to call tonight.
Love you.
I love you too. Have a good flight.
I've never been as close to telling the Met they could stick the job as I was this morning.
But...yeah, the little girl...anyway, you know. Sorry.
I know.
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