dxdger.

     "——I don’t know.“ 

dxdger liked for a starter.

     "It’s October 3rd——what
      do you want?“ 

( dxdger ):

Dodger pulled a face as he gingerly passed the slide over.

    “What’re you looking at that for?”

      “Research,“ He said, switching slides,
          peering into the lens of the microscope.
          “Dead mean tell no tales—however, the
            evidence they leave behind do.”

( dxdger ):

    “Er, this one? Why, what’s on it?”

     “——Bacteria.”

{ dxdger }:

His eyes slanted sideways, as if checking to see
if he was on one of those hidden camera shows
and was being filmed talking to a mad man. No
such cameras found, he returned to scowl at the
man, licking his lips.

    “So is that a yes?”

     “Of course it’s a yes.” His head tilted, lips
   pressing into a thin line.  A pause in moment
   before he turned,   looking to the file opened
   on the kitchen table.
     “Are you here only to question me?”

     “Hand me that slide.”

( ??? ):

    “I understood the bit about the bees, I think, but then you
    started talking about a murder, yeah? Was that the
    same idea or a different one entirely?”

          “It’s all connected.” It really wasn’t. But, Sherlock being
          the man he was, sometimes made things  seem  more
          clever than they actually were.
                                        Or, at least, that was the best excuse to give
                                        when the great detective's  thoughts  started
                                        to travel, taking with it the careful manner  in
                                        which he would choose his words.