ISFP. Bisexual. Writer. Photographer. Huge nerd.
This blog is basically anything and everything I love. I'm not strictly a BBC Sherlock blog but I do tend to post heavily in that fandom. I will often sob over my OTPs. There WILL be nsfw stuff on here, so you have been warned.
me waking up: i can't wait to go to sleep tonight
Crying over the Holmes brothers right before bed.
As one does.
Greg was buried in what had to be the biggest mound of paperwork he’d ever seen. He felt like he’d said that before, but this time it was truly the case. It was insane, and time-consuming, and boring, and miserable. He could feel his lower back starting to ache a bit, and logically he should get up and move around, but he remained where he sat.
Something they never told you with complete honestly was that this was at least half of your duties as a Detective Inspector, if not more than that. It wasn’t as glamorous as news coverage and reports or shows on the telly make it out to be. Not that it was surprising, of course, because that stuff was meant to be entertainment of some kind. This was not entertaining. This was exhausting.
It was awful to think that he almost wanted a murder to crop up, but when this was all he’d been doing practically all week long, getting out in the field would be a welcome change. He was going a bit stir-crazy. The case was, unfortunately, extremely high profile, which doubled the amount of paperwork he was going to have to do anyway. That, on top of a court case that was scheduled two weeks from now, and boom: even more paperwork. Not to mention the press conferences that had happened and were still happening… It was a bloody nightmare.