A Highly Anticipated Arrival (A “Countdowns” Story)
So finally, I can reveal my Holmestice project. And it is…a new crossover series between Sherlock and Elementary! It’s starting off with five fics, focusing on the budding relati9onship between Sally Donovan and Joan Watson, and then later other members of the two shows will meet each other and there will be more interactions and stuff. Best of all, this is a soulmate AU, so you’ll see various other variations of counters and things (Elementary!Sherlock has two soulmates, BBC!Sherlock has an interesting deviation with the counter system, Lestrade married someone even though his counter hadn’t stopped and that caused problems, etc) so this should be fun. The first two stories are more gen but the last three deal with Joan/Sally more specifically. But anyway, please enjoy!
A Highly Anticipated Arrival - Sally and Lestrade arrive in New York for the cross-jurisdictional case they’ve been assigned, and upon meeting Marcus they find things might be quite a bit more interesting than they expected.
“Cross-jurisdictionals. Have to love ‘em,” Greg muttered as he and Sally collected their bags at JFK International Airport.
Sally nodded her head in agreement. Not that she necessarily minded getting the chance to leave London, but there was usually a hassle and headache involved with working with another set of cops on a case. A territorial pissing match, in most cases. Especially when they realized they had to deal with a female Detective Sergeant. That usually went over quite well, she thought bitterly to herself. But she’d worked hard for her position and she wasn’t about to let an old boys club stand in her way of doing a good job and closing a case.
And what a case this was. Human trafficking was involved, and so not only were they being pulled in to deal with the NYPD because of the dead bodies that had been shipped from New York to London, but INTERPOL was involved as well, which was going to make it a headache and a half. But she was going to do her part, and do it well, and that was that. She was more than competent at what she did, even when Holmes had butted in, and she was going to prove it now.
Once they got to the exit they saw a young black man holding a sign that said “Lestrade & Donovan” and moved over to him. He gave them a wide and genuine smile. “You don’t look anything like what Holmes described,” he said.
“Other Lestrade,” Greg said with a wry smile. “There were two of us.”