captain gregson*

I want more scenes where Joan doesn’t simply walk in on Sherlock doing an experiment but actively seeks out these moments to specifically disrupt him as revenge for waking her up constantly.

I want this to turn into an all-out pranking war in which Joan recruits Alfredo so Sherlock enlists Ms. Hudson and it isn’t until they both start loudly arguing over who gets Marcus during one of their cases that Papa Gregson steps in and puts a stop to the shenanigans.  And then probably denies wholeheartedly that he ever helped Joan even though let’s be honest Joan is his favorite child

You know what I’d really like? An episode of Elementary that follows Captain Gregson and Detective Bell around for a case so we can see the NYPD side of a case and Joan and Sherlock keep popping up at random intervals to make outrageous deductions, that would be really damn awesome.


We have spilled much ink, you and I, in our discussion of human connection. And we are no closer to understanding than we were when the correspondence began. I often fear as if I’m standiong on one side of a wide chasm, shouting across, and wondering if the response I hear comes from you, or if it is my own voice echoing back to me.

It seems to me on my side of the canyon, the search for unity with another is the font of much of the world’s unhappiness. I watch as Watson, eager as ever to extract some meaning from the prevailing social conventions, endures a series of curated mating rituals. It seems to me that she is incrementally less content each time she returns from one.

I conduct myself as though I am above matters of the heart, chiefly because I have seen them corrode people I respect, but in my candid moments I sometimes wonder if I take this stance I do because love, for lack of a better word, is a game I failed to understand, and so I opt not to play.

After all, if I truly had the purity of all my convictions, I wouldn’t regret so many of the things I have done.

Nor would I persist against so many of my better instincts in this correspondence. I find you a challenge, one that in spite of all you’ve done continues to stimulate, and so the conversation, futile though it may finally be, continues, and we are left to wonder - have we simply failed to find the answers to the questions that preoccupy us or can they not be answered at all. Fortunately, for both of us, the world always presents the next diversion… - Sherlock Holmes