Mrs Hudson is happy to pop this cherry... and I sincerely apologize for that mental imagery

[housekeeper]

Pulling back on her long rubber gloves, Mrs. Hudson left the slow-cooker to do it's job, satisfied that the thickening chili within would be ready well in time for a nice early dinner. She'd been making her way between it and 221c since the late morning, but hardly out of any real sense of fire safety.

No, she was simply taking every opportunity to pass by the slim package resting on the hall sidetable. It was so unusual for either of the boys to receive a package, she couldn't help the leery sense of curiosity. After all, Sherlock seemed to lift everything he needed from the St Bart's lab (she'd seen the labels in her occasional attempts at organizing the boy's kitchen) and John... well. It sometimes seemed he knew less of the computer than she did.

Mrs. Hudson took a long moment to give the package one last steely look (don't you dare explode, I only just hoovered, her glare seemed to say) before ducking back into the dim dankness of 221c to continue her attempts at sprucing.

Oh, how did she manage to let it fall into such a state?

[ ooc: I'm comfortable with action or prose logs, so it's taggers preference! Visitors are obviously welcome, as are the Baker Street boys themselves. Multiple threads adored. This is pre-Reichenbach, but I can tweak if you'd prefer post 2x03. Just let me know. ]

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I may (translation:WILL) be slow, I hope you don't mind!

[drugsbust]

[One of the many, many frustrating things about relying on one Sherlock Holmes is that he doesn't come when you call. Even if Lestrade provides his livelihood and entertainment, even though he needs Lestrade just as much as Lestrade needs him, he still won't take a minute out of his schedule of laying around doing nothing to drop by the station. Rather, Greg has to take time out of his incredibly busy schedule to do something completely illegal: consult a private detective.

He really needs Sherlock, he rationalizes, but that doesn't make it any less bloody annoying.

It's his lunch hour, and instead of sitting down for something to eat like the rest he's rushed over to Baker Street, ready to grab a bite on the run on the way back. Now, though, it's time to ring the door.]

take your time! i'm very backtag friendly.

[housekeeper]

[ It takes hardly a minute for Mrs Hudson to open the door, the new chain lock rattling as she peered out through the narrow gap it offered. She caught sight of the Inspector and beamed. ] Oh!

[ Rather abruptly, well before he could say anything in greeting, the door slammed closed again. Rattling, rattling, a quiet scratch, and it was throw open wide, Mrs Hudson waving Greg inside with cheery impatience. ] What a surprise! Sherlock hadn't said anything about you coming round for a visit. Won't you come inside?

I'm so glad <3

[drugsbust]

[And so he waits for the chain to open, his hands in his pockets. When the door is opened he gives Mrs. Hudson a polite smile, peeking in before going inside entirely. It's a bit of a last minute thing, Mrs. Hudson, you know how he is about answering the phone. [He glances at the stares before pointing, because business is business.] Are they in?