#constable higgins

[canadachronicles]

Oh, I can't wait for this!!!

#I'm a lot behind at the moment #but this is reason enough to catch up quickly!!! #Murdoch Mysteries #Murdoch Mysteries Season 17 #Murdoch Mysteries Musical Episode #and it's always a joy to have the lovely Sharron Matthews pop up on my favourite shows! #(even if she did pop up on Murdoch Mysteries before playing a child's governess!) #Sharron Matthews #Lachlan Murdoch #Henry Higgins #Henry Hieronimus Higgins Newsome #Constable Higgins #Canadian Instagram #Canada Chronicles

[8trackaxolotl]

By popular demand you may or may not be able to find the shirt designs on redbubble Axolotlsarts

#murdoch mysteries #inspector brackenreid #thomas brackenreid #henry higgins #constable higgins #Murdoch mysteries memes #william murdoch

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

MURDOCH MYSTERIES | S09E09

#murdoch mysteries #george crabtree #william murdoch #thomas brackenreid #henry higgins #my gifs #this show xD i love it so much #murdoch's face...he always dies a lil on the inside when henry or george says something like this xD #my two fav constables ♥ #yannick bisson #jonny harris #lachlan murdoch #thomas craig

[trueadventuresofthemind]

I’m sorry but George asking Henry if he had started reading was *chefs kiss*

Also, yay! Detective Watts is back!

#murdoch mysteries #cbc murdoch #llewellyn watts #detective watts #inspector crabtree #george crabtree #constable crabtree constable higgins

[veryrealimagination]

#murdoch mysteries #william murdoch #llewellyn watts #chief constable giles #julia ogden #henry higgins #henry higgins newsome #augustus jackson #slugger jackson #robert parker #Father keegan #was so tempted to put ralph fellows #father keegan doesn't have a known first name #but everyone else is disconnected from their job descriptions

[ha-bloody-ha]

What we know about the musical episode so far

It airs on March 25

Murdoch hallucinates the whole thing while comatose from a gunshot (apparently to the head?)

It's been floating around at Shaftesbury for nearly a decade

Brackenreid sings a song called "Bloody Hell," written by Paul Aitken and recorded at least eight years ago (I'm guessing this means all the other songs are original as well)

Thomas Craig can SING

Everybody sings! Including Higgins!

Gay! Dancing! Constables!

Have I missed anything?

#murdoch mysteries #mmmusical #mmxvii #murdoch mysteries spoilers #mm spoilers #gay! dancing! constables! #Josy the costume designer says we should all be losing our minds #of course he's going to be fine the following week #not like a traumatic brain injury is life-altering or anything #it would be a hell of a story arc to watch him trying to learn with a different brain #but alas

[snug-as-bugalugs-in-rugalugs]

#murdoch mysteries #thomas brackenreid #william murdoch #george crabtree #henry higgins #llewellyn watts #augustus jackson #inspector brackenreid #cbc murdoch #poll #station house four #station house 4

[fvck-the-patriarchy]

Brackenreid: I'm telling you, my team is competent.

John, rushing in: Sir! Constable Higgins tried to make pasta in the coffee machine and now it's broken!

#incorrect murdoch quotes #incorrect murdoch mysteries #murdoch mysteries #thomas brackenreid #john brackenreid #henry higgins

[murdochfantasies]

Higgins is such an enigma to me. sometimes he's completely competent and a really decent constable, and other times it's like if you shake his head it'd be like a single pebble rolling around in a metal trash bin.

#murdoch mysteries #henry higgins #henry higgins newsome #cbc murdoch

[spaceheelies]

constable higgins is moe through helplessness and helpless through stupidity. and he’s also my best friend

#murdoch mysteries

[grahamartuk]

Exhibition of beautiful felt art in East Yorkshire

Felt art in East Yorkshire – mushrooms Recently I chanced upon an exhibition at Burton Constable Hall wherein local artist Jane Higgins exhibited her felt art. This art is apparently made using the wet felt technique where woollen fibres are moulded together into colourful pictures using just water and soap. Felt art in East Yorkshire – tree This technique for making art is quite expressive…

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[canadachronicles]

#Lachlan Murdoch #Happy Birthday #Birthday #Birthday Boy #Canadian Actor #Henry Higgins #Constable Henry Highins #Murdoch Mysteries #Canadian Instagram #Canada Chronicles

[8trackaxolotl]

Murdoch needs more merch so I took it upon myself to make some

Cough cough Axolotlsarts on redbubble

#please don’t take this seriously 😭 I swear I’m an actual designer #actually 🤨 take this seriously I’m proud of my work #murdoch mysteries #william murdoch #henry higgins #constable crabtree #george crabtree #thomas brackenreid #julia ogden #james pendrick #the artful detective

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

'I am attorney Jacob Edward James of James, James, Jarvis, and James.'

Lachlan Murdoch as Constable Henry Higgins/Jacob Edward James (S07E13)

#lachlan murdoch #henry higgins #constable henry higgins #jacob edward james #attorney jacob edward james #murdoch mysteries #my gifs #he was so precious and hilarious xD i can't ♥ #attorney Jacob Edward James should have his own fandom 😅 #the dramatic chair spin xD

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“THREE ARRESTED IN DRUG RAIDS,” Montreal Star. August 13, 1931. Page 3. ---- Closely watched by Sergeant Valade and Constable Roy, under the direction of Assistant Director Barnes, paid a visit to Lee Woh Yuin, 59, of 3480 Frontenac street, at 8.20 p.m.. and discovered the Chinese in possession of what they claim to be a large quantity of opium. He was brought before Recorder Semple this morning, pleaded not guilty, and was remanded until August 20, for trial. Assistant Director Barnes also led a raid on the house of Wallace Higgins, alias George White, 34, and Rose Simpson, alias Pauline Allen, 32, at 1123 Robin street this morning and found a quantity of what they allege to be heroin and other narcotics.

The pair appeared before Recorder Semple this morning and pleaded not guilty. They were remanded until August 20 for trial.

#montreal #recorder's court #police raids #war on drugs #opium #narcotics possession #illegal possession of narcotics #heroin #chinese canadians #racism in canada #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[veryrealimagination]

Poor Unfortunate Souls

Day No: 10 Prompt: Taser Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries Medium: fic Trigger Warnings: none SFW Castle AU!

Crabtree and Higgins were both joyful at the person that was sent to cover for Murdoch’s short term leave. A broken ankle from trying to keep up with Julia at the gym. She was completely apologetic, and wanted to stay with William herself. However, she was roped into covering for a recovering emergency surgeon. He was lounging at her apartment with Llewellyn acting as an unintended assistant. He grabbed drinks and apparently has helped with a few mechanical endeavors.

Giles led the temporary detective over to the two. George about jumped out of his seat seeing Augustus Jackson walking behind him. Henry had a grin on his face before he barely schooled it down into a smile. “Detectives, Jackson, he’s our coverage until Murdoch gets back to his feet,” he said, “Play nice.”

After the other man left, George tried to figure out a good question. They wanted to know if he remembered their past lives or if he still needed to be (if possible) triggered. Henry jumped over him. “Pitcher or second base?” he asked, pointing at himself.

“Second base, Henry,” Gus said, insulted that Henry thought he was able to throw the pitches, “George was the one that broke the glass.” The two of them internally whooped. Another that remembered Station House Four.

Major catch up of their lives would have to wait for later, as a call out to a possible murder-suicide dragged the little group to work. They did, however alert him to the fact that Murdoch and Ogden remembered their past lives, Julia for years and Murdoch recently. Brackenreid was her father and also remembered. George cut Henry off before the last bit he was about to say, as he thought surprising him with the last tidbit would be funnier in person.

Doctor Hart was already on the scene, dressed and ready to examine the subjects. “Detectives,” she greeted, then stared at the last man.

“Detective Jackson, subbing in for Murdoch,” the man greeted, having a notepad out and ready.

Okay, Higgins and Crabtree were both happy about this guy, so she let it pass. “The first victim, female, was killed with a single bullet to the head, angle indicates that she was on the ground with her killer above her. The other victim, I’m assuming non-binary, had a shot to the temple, set up to look like suicide.”

Jackson stopped writing. “Set up?”

“Yes,” she said, glad that someone caught on her words. She held up the arm of the second victim to show. “Both victims had tape residue on their wrists, ankles and face.”

“The caller said murder-suicide,” Henry mentioned.

“So, the caller was the murderer,” George said, connecting points, “Told us murder-suicide to throw us off or stop us from looking closer.”

“And with no ids on either of the victims,” Jackson said, gaining visual conformation from Violet. “Which means motive’s going to take longer.”

With nothing they could use now, the three went back to the car. Henry was talking to one of the techs into getting the emergency call. George had a list of missing people that he was going through, trying to see if one was identifiable. Jackson ended up distracted by something clattering nearby. Two constables had also been drawn to the strange and walked over. He followed.

The alleyway was annoyingly dark and wet. One of the constables shook their head, unable to find what could have caused the noise. Then, something came out from the shadows and jabbed something in their neck. The other tried to disarm the person and they were dealt the same damage. They then saw the larger man standing at the exit of the alley. “Toronto Police Department, put down the weapon!” Jackson ordered.

Five seconds before it hit him, Jackson saw the body of a Taser before was against his side. Electricity radiated up through his chest and his vision blanked for a few seconds. On instinct, he threw out his arm to throw the perp against the wall. He was disconnected from the weapon and started trying to breath through the spasms.

Then the stupid thing connected with his upper chest and was triggered again.

Jackson still felt it, and it was worse going nearby his heart and lungs. It was losing juice, having been used more times than what he saw. This time, when he threw the perp, he made sure to follow up with a right hook that would make anyone look like they had a glass jaw.

Feeling the pain still, he leaned against the wall before seeing a couple of more constables rush through, along with George and Henry. “Jackson?” George asked, eyeing him warily.

“Twice with a Taser,” he said, wincing as a spasm went through, “The two others got hit in the neck.”

“You got ‘em?” Henry asked a constable. The young woman nodded and called for a couple of the others to help them to the hospital. “Where’d you get hit?”

He sighed instead of groaning in pain. “Left rib area and upper chest.”

Henry winced and nodded. “Take you to get checked out, then.”

“Then take him for snacks and re-meeting Murdoch,” George said, “They would both be angry with us if we didn’t bring Jackson back.”

Jackson wondered if Murdoch was now not going by He/Him, which would be an interesting change from their last life, while they took him to Emergency. They described his injuries when a familiar voice said she would take a look at the detective. “Doctor Ogden,” he greeted, delighted in seeing the woman again. The doctor’s lab coat and clipboard was a perfect picture of what the woman would become after his previous death.

“Cons-, no, Detective Jackson,” she corrected herself, seeing that he wasn’t wearing the simple outfit normally given to constables in the current age. She was ecstatic that he managed to become one in this time. “Come on, there’s a bed vacated three minutes ago. I’ll check your heart and make sure it wasn’t knocked off kilter.”

“How has it been being a doctor?” he inquired, following along.

“Well, since I’m not a full time one, it’s better for me,” she said, waving her hand to have him sit down. “I mainly come in to help out. There was a surgeon that ended up with Pneumonia this time.” He was surprised, as Jackson figured the woman would have loved to fully be in the ER.

He gave over his wrist and followed the instruction to unbutton his dress shirt. She held up a stethoscope before using it. “Not full time?”

“Nope, I have a primary job that pays a little better and leaves me with more time for writing. Several books, since it left me time for...” she said, turning to George and Henry as she was highly suspicious, “You two did tell him about-”

“Not yet,” Henry said.

“We were going to show and not tell.”

There was a grin on George’s face and that made her think they were going to shock the poor man. Better make sure that Taser didn’t do anything massive. Thankfully, the only real issue she saw was the burn holes in his shirt. “All right, nothing’s off kilter now, but, considering what the twins over there are planning,” she mocked, gaining a chuckle from Jackson, “If you feel any unusual beating, come back in.”

“Understood, Doctor Ogden.” The three left and she debated on calling her husband to tell him. Nope, he can deal with what’s about to happen.

Jackson was watched closely until they knew it was safe to leave. Then they directed him to drive to a nice apartment complex that was Doctor Ogden’s home address. They arrive a few minutes after, holding food. Henry held out two bags that was closed for him to carry.

Brackenreid was the one that opened the door. Apparently, tonight was not date night. “Oh, bloody ‘ell,” he muttered. “Jackson.”

“Sir,” he nodded.

Murdoch, who had switched places so he could see the door, peaked up. “Constable Jackson?”

“It’s Detective, now,” he said, “I’m temporarily covering you during your leave.”

“Good, you may be able to control the two of them, but…” He spotted the bags and glanced at George, who was behind Henry and therefore pointed at him. “You were going to surprise them.”

Henry turned around and barely caught the pointing. “It was George’s idea to surprise him.”

“Surprise me?” Jackson asked. Surprise him with what? Someone shuffling behind him, he wondered who else was in the apartment. Turning, he saw a very young version of- “Watts?”

Llewellyn stopped when he heard his former last name coming out of someone familiar. “Jackson?” he asked, smile growing on his face once he saw the man he considered a friend standing in the apartment. He considered hugging him, before he saw the packages in his hand. If he was right, he didn’t want that crushed. He pointed and took one before opening it and instantly ripping off a piece of warm pretzel. After the bite, he informed, “And since Crabtree and Higgins failed to enlighten you, my last name is not Watts. It’s Ogden. I’m Julia’s son.”

The only thing he could think was, was Murdoch the father?

#whumptober2022 #fic #taser #no.10 #murdoch mysteries #augustus jack #constable jackson #george crabtree #henry higgins