Sherlock reaches out for her forearm, his eyes bright with panic. The idea of her being shot, after everything, it's too much. She's right, though. They're more likely to trust a woman.
He releases her arm and nods, getting to his feet. He grabs her his tee-shirt.
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Date: 2013-06-12 03:26 am (UTC)He releases her arm and nods, getting to his feet. He grabs her his tee-shirt.
"All right," he says.