Brrrriiiiing!

[i]"Telephone!"[/i]

Brrrriiiiing!

[i]"Katherine!"[/i]

Brrrriiiiing!

[i]"Good lord, make it stop!"[/i]

Brrrriiiiing!

[i]"Kathie, please! I'm busy!"[/i]

Katherine almost stomped into the study from the kitchen across the hall in their flat. 

[i]"What's got ye' so busy this time? Christ, tha' phone's right next te' ya'!"[/i]

Dorian was on the ground, on his knees, with notes and a pen in hand. In front of him was a tortoise, evidently with wet paint on its feet, walking around on a sheet of paper. He scribbed a few notes on his own paper before lifting the tortoise up and starting to repaint its feet. Katherine would have sighed, if she hadn't become used to this sort of behavior from the man a long time ago. She picked up the phone.

[i]"Hello?"[/i]

[i]"Good morning, miss. Could you please tell Mr. Dorian that Chief Constable Grayson requests 'is presence at the Queen Victoria statue on Baker Street? The Game Master has struck again".[/i]

[i]"Aye, sir. Good day, sir."[/i]

Dorian didn't look up from his 'work.' 

[i]"Who was that?"[/i]

[i]"A constable, sir. Wanted ta' see ye', e' said tha' Game Master struck again."[/i]

The man dropped his notes immediately, and stood up. He was visibly (and perhaps disturbingly, given the circumstances) overjoyed at the case's continuation, and had been waiting painstakingly for this call.

[i]"The Game Master! It's time, then, I'll fetch my coat at once!" [/i]
He immediately ran out of the room, grabbing his coat from a hook and stuffing a few items into his pockets. He turned back into the room briefly. 

[i]"Be a dear and clean Oliver while I'm out, would you?"[/i] 
He motioned to the tortoise.

[i]"Aye, I'll get 'im."[/i]

Dorian smiled and ran out of the room again. He turned around a split second later, running back into the room, where he suddenly, though gently, put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her. He wheeled around and ran out again. 

[i]"M-Mr. Dorian!"[/i] she stuttered, surprised, and started to blush.

[i]"Not now, Kathie, I've got a killer to catch!"[/i]
He was out the door before she could say any more.

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[i]"Excuse me, please, excuse me, sorry madam, excuse me..."[/i]
He weaved through the crowd to approach the scene, almost disregarding the line of officers keeping the citizens out. He recognized a few faces, namely Chief Grayson and Alexander Karloff (who he occasionally worked with). Grayson was speaking to a young woman as Dorian approached.

[i]"Good morning, Chief Grayson. Ma'am."[/i] He nodded to both of them politely. [i]"I'll get to examining the scene immediately, if I could borrow Constable Johnson to fill me in."[/i] Dorian started walking away. [i]"But only him. I like him. He's got a certain quality about him...[/i] He rambled on, moving further out of earshot.