Prompt fic for "movie theater"

[catko]

Title: At the Movies
Fandom: Elementary
Characters/Pairing(s): Joan and Sherlock
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the movie they are watching; see icon. Note: I didn't know how to resolve the "meta" elements, so I didn't try...
Word Count: 503
Words/Prompts Used: Movie Theater

Joan reached in the bag for another handful of popcorn--buttered, but why not--when she heard a snort from her left. Glancing over, she saw Sherlock hitching forward in his seat, finger raised, and mouth opening to (presumably) launch into some sort of commentary. Dropping the few kernals of popcorn, she quickly grabbed for his hand and quickly flashed the 'shush' gesture. He grimaced and subsided in his seat, drawing his knees up and glaring at the screen. Catching his eye, she gave a questioning look. He leaned toward her and blurted, while waving at the screen, "This is patently ridiculous. To approach the detection with such a single-mindedness, and for people to revere this insanity." Joan shrugged and whispered, "It's the only movie playing, and better this than wait out our confrontation with Landegris in his waiting room or lurking on the street corner for an hour. Anyway, I think it's fun." She settled back in her seat and munched some more popcorn. "It's a respite from thinking about how to catch a human trafficker."

Sherlock glowered and wagged his head from side to side as he tracked the dialogue of the characters on the screen. "In any case, it's specious to pit one form of detection against another. A good detective uses physical evidence, logic, and knowledge of human behavior. It would be totally ineffectual to only select one approach."

"Well, it's just a movie, and anyway I think it's a neat conceit. Famous psychiatrist, famous deductive detective, matching wits. The only one I don't care for is the sidekick. They make him out to be such a dolt." Joan picked up her Slushie and took a sip.

"Oh, I disagree entirely," said Sherlock, "I find that character to be the most believable, almost appealing. And the actor, Duvall, is incomparable." Joan glanced at her watch. "Well, too bad for you, because it's time to go. Landegris should be getting back to his office by now." As she gathered up her belongings, Sherlock jumped up, pushed past her, and began striding up the aisle. "However shall I survive, not knowing the conclusion to this half-baked affair!" he muttered. Joan trotted to catch up with him, and as they exited the theater, said perkliy, "Well, full disclosure, I read the book, decades ago, so I know how it ends."

In response to her partner's inquiring look, she continued. "The crux of the story is that the psychiatrist determines that the detective is deluded about the Master Criminal. That obsession, his desire to become a detective, and his--" she paused slightly, "his drug addiction, all stem from a childhood family trauma." Her companion paused as they reached the sidewalk. "Indeed. Well, perhaps that is a neat conceit. At any rate," as he began to stride on, "If from such trauma, good works come, who are we to question." Joan smiled to herself as she again trotted to catch up. "Sure. And speaking of good works...what's our approach to Landegris?"

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[blue-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

I am Sherlock. This is why no one ever wants to go to the movies with me. Pfffft.

[catko]

You mean you talk and complain and stuff? yeah that might be a problem...