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CHAPTER 15: Drunk, Drunker, Drunkest Dean didn’t seem to notice Sam’s concern. He perked up when he heard Sam’s voice, searching for his younger brother on John’s figure before waving him on. “Sammy!” he called out in greeting, the syllables slurring together. “You’ve gotta try the whiskey!” John arched an eyebrow at Dean, recognizing the signs of inebriation. That at least explained a tiny fraction of what was going on. John had severe looks for Sherlock and Lestrade as he lifted a hand to his shoulder and approached the table warily. Whatever was happening and had happened, John knew where Sam needed to be. Despite knowing ahead of time that John was in on the whole tiny people affair, Lestrade somehow didn't expect the doctor to arrive with the other half of the Winchester brothers riding on his shoulder just like Dean had done with Sherlock. It was with no small amount of awe that he watched John lower Sam to the table. The younger brother he'd heard quite a bit about amid

CHAPTER 14: The Case of Dean Vs Hand Lestrade gaped openly, awed by the sensation of Dean's hands pulling up on his finger and hardly making an impression. Even as it lay there relaxed, with Lestrade making no conscious effort to keep it in place, his finger barely budged for all Dean's effort. He couldn't leave Dean struggling, so following the little fellow's clear goal, Lestrade lifted his finger to wherever Dean guided it. If one didn't know better, they'd get the impression that Dean had done it on his own. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at Dean and Lestrade's antics, looking the borrower up and down in comparison to the finger. "Not you, certainly," he said in cold honesty, providing an answer to Dean’s question of who was taller. Instead of being put off by the blunt answer, Dean’s lips flattened as he mulled it over. Any sign of being disheartened by Sherlock’s assessment was erased by the amount of focus Dean needed to follow through with simple motions while he was

CHAPTER 13: A Study in hands Lestrade's brow lifted slightly, following Sherlock's gaze. He recognized the meandering steps, he'd seen it many times over in much larger individuals. "Doesn't drink much, does he?" Lestrade inferred with a glance at Sherlock. "No," the detective answered tersely, keeping a sharp eye on his small friend. Reaching the bit of table that stretched past Sherlock, Dean paused to briefly survey the room beyond before turning back, not acknowledging the two humans watching him intently. With their eyes so far over his head, he might not have even noticed the attention. Something new caught Dean’s attention, and he began to wander again. Sherlock’s hands tended to scoop him up and throw off his balance, but now he could see a different hand relaxing on the table, apart from the detective. Lestrade, where he had his arm casually resting on the table, didn’t send any warning alerts to Dean’s instincts, and he set off in a new direction, his curiosity, so long

CHAPTER 12: I Just Met You and This Is Crazy, but Here’s My Shot Glass, so Fill It Maybe Now if Dean had any idea of ‘limits,’ or the other two at the table realized just how much he’d already had to drink, since his one drop was much larger than that compared to his bean-sized stomach, he would have stopped or been cut off. What actually happened was Dean looked around the table in search of more. Realizing Lestrade had already helped himself to a second glass, Dean sent Sherlock a glare for failing to be a good host and providing more whiskey. With his options narrowed down to either interrupting Sherlock mid-story or securing his own second glass, Dean decided on the latter. Lestrade had that same glazed look that John adopted when Sherlock really got on a bend. The glass of whiskey was on Lestrade’s half of the table, guarded closely by one of the DI’s hands, but it hadn’t been picked up yet for a sip since being refilled. Dean gave himself at least five minutes before Lestrade

CHAPTER 11: Accolades Sam turned to John, his cheeks aflame. "That... that was something else," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked back towards John, his mind only just starting to catch up with him after the kiss. "Warmed to you after all, it seems," John agreed in a whisper with a light chuckle. He did his best to keep his voice from reaching anyone who might be nearby in the wall, but he had no guarantees. There was almost no way to be absolutely quiet amongst people so small. John had noticed Sam comforting Elyssa throughout the process, which wasn't unexpected considering she'd never been medically treated by a human before. In hindsight, they probably should've seen such a sign of gratitude coming. Offering his hand once more, John grinned and said, "How 'bout we air that one out at the park for a bit before we head back." Sam shook his head to try and rid himself of some of his flush, his cheeks warmer than normal as he stepped onto John’s hand. “Works

CHAPTER 10: A Case Closed; A Rescue Complete According to the note, Adam Cushing was murdered by one Logan Cook. Cook wrote it all down on several loose leaf pages, apparently an explanation of his actions. Cook had been married to Cushing's sister, Ashley Cushing, once, but it was all a lie. He got with her to get close to the true subject of his obsession: Adam. It was hard to glean from the note alone, but for some reason he was fixated on him. Perhaps it was some kind of hysterical love, or one of those situations where a person becomes so consumed by another person that they want to become them. Either way, this bloke was all kinds of loony, it sounded to Lestrade. After he professed his obsession, Adam rejected him, and soon Ashley ended things with Cook. He continued to stalk Adam from afar, confronting him when Adam started showing displeasure about Ashley becoming romantic with Adam's lifelong best friend, Rodger Hope. Their short conversation ended seemingly harmlessly

CHAPTER 9: Passing Ships in the Night Sam smiled at the lack of fear in Elyssa now compared to such a short time ago. The injury (and likely their shared blindness) had distracted her from where they were: out in the open, no places to hide in sight. Though Sam was used to this, his back still crawled when he was exposed, and he could feel the light touch of John’s regard on the back of his neck, a sensation he had partially grown numb to after adjusting to the humans in the flat. “Will she be able to walk?” Sam asked, sitting back on his haunches, one hand gripping the edge of her sleeve and looking above, where John must be. John almost nodded again, catching himself and answering, "It might sting for a while, but as long as you don't overdo it you should be fairly mobile, Elyssa." He was glad to hear that Elyssa's wound felt better, and she didn't seem to object to any aspects of his bandaging. It took a huge weight off his heart to know he could pull even a simple procedure

CHAPTER 8: Whiskey, Neat! Sherlock, of course, was paying close attention to Dean now that Lestrade had made himself known. He noticed the tiniest shift in Dean's weight, and if there was anything Sherlock had picked up from watching the borrower train with Agent Baker, it was what Dean looked like when he was about to bolt. The only place Dean could possibly run was to the vent, and that was the last thing Sherlock needed right now. Lestrade had already seen him, there was hardly a point in hiding, especially in the walls. With his vision the way it was and his nerves on high, Sherlock would have no way of knowing how far Dean had gone, how long he'd plan to be in there, and no way after him. There had to be a clever way through this that didn't involve hanging around a vent to coax Dean back into the open, and he would find it no matter what it took. So before Dean could go dashing off, Sherlock scooped up the smaller man and quickly lifted him to his shoulder. This was at least a

CHAPTER 7: Duality The flood of light caught Sam and Elyssa off-guard, blanketing the world around them and washing out all the details until all that was left was a field of light. Sam, sitting there calmly with his hands on Elyssa’s leg, holding down her bandage, watched John as he set up the new contraption. He wasn’t afraid, recognizing the magnifier for what it was and approving the idea inwardly. The light came before he could look away, blinding him and sending him reeling. Elyssa’s reaction was much quicker. When Sam’s hands jerked away from her leg, trying to cover his eyes in defense, she scrambled to her knees and attempted to hobble. There was no real destination in mind with her just as blinded as the other borrower, so long as it was away from that light. Sam lost balance when Elyssa brushed past him, landing on his back with his eyes covered. "Sorry!" John blurted, hurriedly shutting the light off when he saw how the borrowers on the table reacted to it. His hand

CHAPTER 6: Blinded by the Light John entered 221B Baker Street, taking the stairs as smoothly as he could manage. Not that it would keep the wound clean if he didn't, but at the very least his patient was owed common decency. Especially considering what she must think of him. Her fear certainly didn't go over John's head during their brief encounter, he just chose to ignore it for the time being and trusted Sam to help keep her calm for what came next. Once upstairs, John headed straight for the kitchen where there was already a cleared surface and plenty of light. He drew Sam and Elyssa out of his pocket, gave them a quick once over, and carefully set them down on the table. The second his hand was free, John made straight for the first aid kit and the bottle of peroxide they kept around. He set everything down a short distance from the borrowers, picking through the content of the kit as he sat. "You said your name's Elyssa, right?" John asked warmly, falling directly into his