“You sound surprised. I made it clear earlier that the idea of this particular suspect being on the loose caused me irritation so surely my eagerness should not be that surprising.” He pivoted around in his chair to face James. “Ah, Mr Hakuba, detective work is all about the chase. If you do not let yourself indulge in the high of the process of catching them then what gratification is there really to our line of work.
Sherlock returned his eyes to the screens as well to scout out the last hour of film for the man he was tailing. “I can understand that feeling. How many of those gentlemen ever got a decent enough reputation to work at Scotland Yard, let lone maintain their positions, is truly the great mystery of London.” He scowled thinking of the many run-ins he had with their kind. The mention of Watson pulled Sherlock’s gaze over to James for just long enough. “You want to meet John someday? I assure you he is a as cynical and easy to impress as his blog makes him seem. He is a good source of relative intellect for me however. I can use him to compare the normality of others to. From time to time he even comes up with a good deduction himself.”
God! This sort of banter was something that Hakuba had longed for in his work. A partner as sharp and cunning as Holmes was a double-edged sword, to be sure, but certainly worth it. He let the comments and dry wit wash over him like the desert wind over dune, smirking as each let him feel more comfortable and familiar with the man who was supposed to be nearly impossible to work with.
"I’m pleased that you speak well of him,” he said in regard to John, tilting his head to look back at the older detective with a teasing smirk. “I’ve heard so many things about him, and while your somewhat blunt appraisal confirms some of the details, it also proves that he’s the worthy sort.”
Hakuba looked back to the monitors, tapping a key here, there, deciding to leave the rest of the commentary where it lay for the time being. After all, Mr. Holmes was, it seemed, rather anxious to catch the culprit, so he turned his attention to the work at hand… with just a touch more about Watson. “I’ve a hawk named after him."
What possessed him to dispense with that information, the blond may never know, but once it slipped out he laughed, hoping it would be passed off as merely an absurd joke.
Oh please oh please.