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He later talks to Lestrade, just to see if he knew anything.

"Did he have John put the cherry on top?"

Dimmock nodded.

A poster I did for my fic like a year ago!

First chapter of Your fear is my obsession is now up!

Summary: Greg is a teenager with a difficult childhood. He has no mother, only a father who doesn't care about him and his little sister, whom the young man looks after, and a cruel stepmother, whom he dreams of getting rid of so that everything would be as it was before. This possibility begins to seem real when he learns about his rich uncle, who invites his family and friends to stay at his place.

D.I Dimmock had a thing for Sherlock CHANGE MY MIND

I guess because he’s basically a decent person.  He’s very skeptical of Sherlock when he first turns up at the crime scene, as well he should be -- even with Lestrade’s recommendation, Sherlock comes across as a nut and a bully.  But once Sherlock has been shown to be right, Dimmock almost immediately sets aside any pride or ego to work with Sherlock in any way he can.  Not only does he provide them with all the books from van Coon and Lukis’s flats (with no explanation of why Sherlock wants them), he come in and asks, with all humility, if there’s anything he personally can do to help them.

Dimmock walks in and holds up an evidence bag to Sherlock.)DIMMOCK: We found these, at the museum.(He shows the bag to John. It contains the photographs of the cipher which Sherlock had been showing to Soo Lin.)DIMMOCK: Is this your writing?JOHN (taking the bag): Uh, we hoped Soo Lin could decipher it for us. Ta.(Dimmock nods and turns back to Sherlock, who is still unloading his crate.)DIMMOCK: Anything else I can do? To assist you, I mean?SHERLOCK (without looking up): Some silence right now would be marvellous.(x)

Sherlock, typically, blows him off completely, and John is only slightly more gracious.  But it’s their loss, because in fact, Dimmock has just noticed that Soo Lin has translated the cipher for them.  He doesn’t have enough context to know what it means or why it matters, but he has the crucial clue right in his hands, and he *tries* to show it to them.  But Sherlock doesn’t pay attention until Sarah points it out again, many scenes later.

Hey Nonny!

Dimmock is not in TRF; he makes a cameo again in T6T, and he is the same actor as in TBB. 

BBC Sherlock Trading Cards ~ Guest Characters Master Post

Because there’s more to life than romance!  Sometimes what you need is a good friend.

⬡　Of Details, Uncatalogued, by captainparakeet [rated G]

(Sherlock Holmes & Sally Donovan) Sally acquires a new phone, and gets more than she bargains for. Siri!lock.

⬡　It’s Nothing Personal, by afteriwake [rated T]

(Sebastian Moran & John Watson) Years ago in the war, John Watson had saved his life. Now John was the one in the target of his rifle scope, and just because he owed the man his life it didn't mean he wouldn't be willing and able to put a bullet in his head. Sebastian Moran didn't believe in life debts, after all, so this was nothing personal. It was just a job.

⬡　Putting Him Through The Paces, by afteriwake [rated G]

(Sherlock Holmes & DI Dimmock) When DI Dimmock begins asking for Sherlock's help after their first case together, Sherlock thinks he might have someone he can train. It doesn't quite go according to plan, and Sherlock must reevaluate how he treats the young DI before he loses a potential ally for good.

⬡　Better Than a Rubber Duck, by stereosymbiosis [rated T]

(Sherlock Holmes & Irene Adler) Sherlock and Irene bathe together. Platonically, of course. John is just confused.

⬡　The Perils Of Being A Yarder, by afteriwake [rated G]

(Philip Anderson) There was oh so much that the assorted members of Scotland Yard would do to avoid having to work with Sherlock Holmes. Sometimes it was winning a contest or a bribe or a gift from the most revered person in the Yard, but only if you were lucky. Anderson knew this all too well.

⬡　How The Spider Caught The Fly, by afteriwake [rated G]

And finally, after what feels like forever, I have updated @elliedilly ‘s fic at @strangelock221b ‘s request! This feels like it could be a good place to end it because I decided I wanted to make it a series back when I initially tried to do this for a regular round of @wipbigbang . I settled for finishing it for the 2019 minibang round instead, so enjoy!

My Sadness Halved, My Happiness Doubled - A chance encounter with Mike Stamford outside a Starbucks leads to Sherlock finding a new coffee shop to frequent...and a new interest in his life in London to boot.

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Sherlock Holmes was going to be late. Not that it made much difference if he was late, as he wasn’t on a schedule of any sort. That’s what happened when it was your family’s business that you worked for. But as he spied the queue outside the Starbucks he realized he was going to be at least a half hour late, if not more. He made his way to the end of the queue and leaned towards the woman in front of him slightly. “Why are there so many people?” he asked.

“They’ve released three new frappuccino flavors today and they’re having a sale on pounds of coffee for a celebration,” she said. “The first hundred and fifty customers get a free venti coffee if they buy a pound of coffee. I think I’m customer one hundred and forty-six.”

“And how many are still ahead of you?” he asked, glancing back at the queue.

She chuckled, giving him the once over, her eyes lingering on his hand and seeing he didn’t have a wedding band on. “Probably fifty or so. You could always keep me company, if you’d like.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He got that more often than he liked, to be honest. “I really should try and get coffee elsewhere, as I’ll be late to work otherwise,” he said, lifting up his wrist to look at his watch.

“Mate, if you just want a simple cup of coffee and a quick bite, I’d recommend Molly’s place,” the man in front of the woman trying to chat him up said. “With all the hubbub going on here I expect it’d be nearly empty right now, and she’s got better food if you want breakfast.”

“Molly’s place?” Sherlock asked, a frown on his face.

“Serenity Coffee & Tea Shoppe,” the man said. “It’s three blocks away, down that way.” He pointed to their left. “I’d recommend the almond croissants and the dark Viennese roast.”

Sherlock nodded. “Thanks…?” he said, ending it as a question.

“Stamford,” he said. “Mike Stamford.” He paused. “Do me a favor and if Mary’s there tell her I’ll have her pound of coffee to give to her roommate this evening?”

“If I remember,” Sherlock said with a frown, turning around and leaving the queue. There had been about fifteen new people who had gotten in line behind him, and the woman who’d been chatting him up gave him a slight glare before setting her sights on the man right behind him. He started to make his way to the left, looking at the various buildings to see where Serenity Coffee & Tea Shoppe was.

He was new to this area, having come back to London after a long time away. He’d wanted to put as much distance between himself and his family as he could, but with his father stepping down and his brother taking over the company he was needed by them. He had preferred a more scholarly life, trying to work on getting as many degrees as he could, to learn as much as he could. He had two main passions in life, learning and music, but for family he could put them aside, he supposed. It was duty after all. And that meant leaving his residence in Oxford and returning to London, a city he’d never been particularly fond of.

It didn’t take him long to locate the storefront. He glanced inside and saw it looked cozy enough and, most importantly, it looked rather empty. He went to the door and opened it stepping inside. It was a large room with many comfortable looking chairs and a few comfy sofas, with tables and chairs interspersed throughout as well. There was what looked like two top of the line espresso machines behind a bar that had a glass section dedicated to pastries. When he glanced at the far wall there was a wide bookshelf there filled with books and a hand painted sign that said “Feel Free To Borrow A Book, Just Leave One In Return!” There was also art all over the walls that he had to admit looked quite appealing.

“Hello!” a woman called out from behind the bar in a cheerful voice. “What can I get for you?”

“Just a dark roast coffee. The largest you have. Black, with two sugars,” he said, coming up to the bar. “And…your almond croissants were recommended, so I’ll take one of those, too.”

“Well, they aren’t mine,” she said with a chuckle. “I mean, they’re my coffee shop’s, but they were made by Greg.” She went to go get a cup. “They’re quite excellent, though.”

“I suppose I’ll find out soon enough,” he said. “How much is it going to be?”

“Four pounds,” she said.

He gave her a surprised look. “That’s a bit low.”

“Well, it’s two for the coffee and two for the croissant,” she said with a smile. “I like to try and keep my prices as low as I can, and I just swallow up the taxes.”

“Is that good business sense?” he asked, pulling out his billfold and pulling out the money, handing it to her. She went to the register and put the money in, then gave him his change. He hesitated a moment, then put it in the tip jar, along with a little extra.

She smiled and nodded to the jar. “Low prices actually encourages good tips, I’ve found, and I just dump mine back into the business.” Then she picked up his cup and went to go get him his coffee. “Do you want your croissant warmed?”

He shook his head. “I’m in a bit of a rush,” he said.

“Oh, all right,” she said with a nod. She finished getting his coffee set up and then put the lid on it and gave it to him before getting him his croissant. She slipped it into a small paper bag and then handed it to him. “Well, I hope you enjoy it.”

He nodded and lifted it up. “Thank you, Molly.”

She blinked. “How did you know my name?”

“The person who recommended this place said it was yours,” he said.

“Ah,” she said with a nod. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you…?”

“Sherlock,” he said. “Sherlock Holmes.”

She gave him a wide smile. “I like that name,” she said. “Well, I hope to see you around again, Sherlock.”

“Perhaps,” he said, giving her one last nod before leaving. He went to the door and then opened it. Once he was outside he took a sip of his coffee. It was actually quite good. Better than the stuff he got at Starbucks, to be honest. If the croissant measured up as well he would have a definite reason to return to this particular coffee shop. Not that he didn’t potentially have one already, he thought as he turned around and glanced at Molly through the door. It might be interesting to get to know the owner of the coffee shop a little better, if he got the chance.