JWP22: An Anniversary in Peril
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watsons_woes July Writing Prompts challenge.
You’ve Forgotten Something. Have memory play a role in today’s work.
Jane walked into the lab at Barts, the door loudly creaking behind her until it finally latched shut.
Shirley didn’t look up. Instead, she kept fiddling with the microscope in front of her.
She’d been rather fussy since they’d taken on the Moran case. Having work to do usually brightened Shirley's spirits, kept her sharp and almost joyful at times. Now, she seemed to bounce back and forth between seething irritation and emotionless brooding.
Jane felt it too, though. Something about this case from Sabina Moran didn’t feel right.
It felt like they were walking into a trap.
But until Shirley came to that same conclusion, Jane wouldn’t say a word. Until then, it was just another case.
She approached Shirley and set down the two items she’d brought in with her. One was a cup of coffee with cream, no sugar. The other was a long-stemmed red rose.
Jane remembered, at least, even if Shirley didn’t. Jane hadn’t expected her to.
One year since Jane had moved into the flat.
She’d bought the rose on a whim while she was out getting coffee. Flowers continued to be a part of their love language, and she felt that one single rose said it best.
I am still here. Here I will remain.
“Do you need me to do anything?” Jane asked.
“Coffee,” Shirley answered curtly.
“Brought you some.”
“Thanks.” Shirley lifted her eyes from the microscope, blinked a few times, and reached for her coffee. As she did, her hand brushed against the pruned stem of the rose.
She picked it up, brought the bloom up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
“You know, one year ago, my life completely changed.”
Jane’s heart thumped loudly in her chest. Shirley remembered.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Shirley finally met Jane’s gaze. “And that’s why I need to tell you this.”
Jane’s heart hiccupped and jumped to her throat. “Tell me what?”
“This Moran woman. This case. I think it’s related to something bigger. Someone bigger. Someone I’ve been tracking for the better part of six months.”
“Who?” Jane asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“JM. Jamie Moriarty. All those government officials who turned up dead, remember? I know she had something to do with them. She’s the link between them all.”
“The person who had you kidnapped?” Jane asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“Yes. And now I think she’s coming after us.”
“Us?”
Shirley smiled slightly. “Yes, us. There’s no me without you. Not anymore.”
Jane pulled Shirley into a tight hug. She leaned in and whispered into Shirley’s ear.
“Tell me everything.”
watsons_woes July Writing Prompts challenge.You’ve Forgotten Something. Have memory play a role in today’s work.
Jane walked into the lab at Barts, the door loudly creaking behind her until it finally latched shut.
Shirley didn’t look up. Instead, she kept fiddling with the microscope in front of her.
She’d been rather fussy since they’d taken on the Moran case. Having work to do usually brightened Shirley's spirits, kept her sharp and almost joyful at times. Now, she seemed to bounce back and forth between seething irritation and emotionless brooding.
Jane felt it too, though. Something about this case from Sabina Moran didn’t feel right.
It felt like they were walking into a trap.
But until Shirley came to that same conclusion, Jane wouldn’t say a word. Until then, it was just another case.
She approached Shirley and set down the two items she’d brought in with her. One was a cup of coffee with cream, no sugar. The other was a long-stemmed red rose.
Jane remembered, at least, even if Shirley didn’t. Jane hadn’t expected her to.
One year since Jane had moved into the flat.
She’d bought the rose on a whim while she was out getting coffee. Flowers continued to be a part of their love language, and she felt that one single rose said it best.
I am still here. Here I will remain.
“Do you need me to do anything?” Jane asked.
“Coffee,” Shirley answered curtly.
“Brought you some.”
“Thanks.” Shirley lifted her eyes from the microscope, blinked a few times, and reached for her coffee. As she did, her hand brushed against the pruned stem of the rose.
She picked it up, brought the bloom up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
“You know, one year ago, my life completely changed.”
Jane’s heart thumped loudly in her chest. Shirley remembered.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Shirley finally met Jane’s gaze. “And that’s why I need to tell you this.”
Jane’s heart hiccupped and jumped to her throat. “Tell me what?”
“This Moran woman. This case. I think it’s related to something bigger. Someone bigger. Someone I’ve been tracking for the better part of six months.”
“Who?” Jane asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“JM. Jamie Moriarty. All those government officials who turned up dead, remember? I know she had something to do with them. She’s the link between them all.”
“The person who had you kidnapped?” Jane asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“Yes. And now I think she’s coming after us.”
“Us?”
Shirley smiled slightly. “Yes, us. There’s no me without you. Not anymore.”
Jane pulled Shirley into a tight hug. She leaned in and whispered into Shirley’s ear.
“Tell me everything.”
