For John Watson

[howdull]

[Sherlock is still finding pieces of the melted laptop in the carpet.

It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.

He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.

It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.

He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]

Bored, John.

[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]

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He knows that I'm here, dear, he came back to help after the flats went up. Just check in every so often, that's all I ask.

[She makes a chivvying motion.]

Now come on, better you get on the way and get this cleared up as soon as possible.

[jumpthegun]

[It couldn't hurt to head out early. John's anxious to find out what exactly he's being charged with. But first...]

Would it be okay to sort of rinse down in Mrs. Turner's bathroom? I haven't had a shower since... [The funeral. And at least he's in his suit from that for this. He's looking a bit rumpled, though, after spending the night on the hospital sofa. Hopefully, Lestrade will have his other clothes when they meet up again. John hadn't exactly stopped to pick them up on his way out.] It's just been a little while.

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I don't see why not. Down the hall, second on your right, the towels are in the big cupboard. I'll fix you up something to eat while you wash off, you look half starved too.

[On his way quickly, but not before taking care of the basic needs!]

[jumpthegun]

[Getting Sherlock to eat will be the real challenge, but John suspects the other man needs it more than him.]

Right. Thanks!

[Fifteen minutes later, John is stepping out of the shower feeling almost human again. The burns on his shoulders ache, but his chest feels a little better. A quick check of the medicine cabinet gives him some paracetamol to take before he works his way back into his clothes. He heads toward the kitchen after finger combing his hair as best he can.]

What've we got cooking, then?

[howdull]

[Sherlock is still in the same position in the chair he took ownership of, eyes closed and fingers steepled beneath his nose. There's a plate of omelette, chips, and baked beans next to him, but he hasn't noticed.

Mrs. Hudson smiles as he comes in the kitchen and gestures to a plate with the same components on it.]

Cheese and one of those fancy meats in the omelette. There's sauce on the side table, try and get Sherlock to eat a little before you go.

[jumpthegun]

Thanks, Mrs. H. This is great! [Far too much, but still very nice. John hadn't realized there was quite the gnawing pit in his stomach until he takes the first bite of omelette, though. A part of him is ashamed that he has any kind of appetite after everything that's happened. The practical side of him says that he needs to eat to keep up his energy and catch the Alphabet Woman.

When he's managed to stop scarfing and eat at a reasonable pace, he picks up his plate and heads into the living room. He sits where he was before and mostly picks at his chips.]

Eat the chips, at least. You like chips.

[He's fairly certain Sherlock likes chips.]

[howdull]

[By 'fancy meat', Mrs. Hudson had meant chorizo, a whole pack of it from where it had been on sale at M&S. Sherlock knows this because he can smell it, and he saw the faintest trace of a yellow label torn and stuck to the inside of Mrs. Hudson's fingernails. Pointless information, but observed all the same.

He doesn't open his eyes when John addresses him, though he does respond after a moment or two.]

I'm thinking, John, you know I can't eat when I'm thinking.

[jumpthegun]

Will this thinking be continuing past the next thirty minutes? We need to go and pick up the car then, and I've been instructed to get you to eat.

[It seems only fair to follow through with Mrs. Hudson putting in the effort... and dealing with the two of them and Major Sholto. John's mind turns back to his commander, wishing there were some way he could keep an eye on the other man.]

[howdull]

Eat it yourself, I'm busy.

[It's said with an air of finality, and he will ignore John from here on out, eyes closed and refusing to reply to him until John does anything too ridiculous. Otherwise he won't rouse until just after the half hour mark, suddenly surging upwards.]

Come on then, no time to waste, don't dawdle.

[jumpthegun]

[John's given up after a few more attempts and just goes to fetch a plastic container from the kitchen. He puts the omelette in that and offers Mrs. Hudson an apologetic smile along with the rest of what's on the plate.]

I'll take this along for him. He can eat it while I'm giving testimony.

[Then it's back to sitting and waiting until Sherlock bounces up like a Jack-in-the-Box. John hurries to follow suit as best he can, grabs the container and follows. He calls into the kitchen for Mrs. Hudson:]

I'll give you a call after I get out of the meeting, Mrs. H!

[John does have to hurry himself to get in front of Sherlock and actually point them in the direction of where they'll pick up the car. It's a five minute walk, a few signatures, and they have their hired car for the day.]

Am I driving or are you?

[Sherlock had been given the keys as the cardholder, but John is dubious about the man's actual ability to drive. He does have a license, so that's something.]

[howdull]

I'll drive.

[Sherlock quite likes driving when he gets the chance, it puts him in control of the routes they take and that's always far less irritating than having to watch the blunders of someone else behind the wheel.

He slides into the little hatchback in an rather unfortunate shade of green, and starts up the engine without much delay.]

Have you contacted a lawyer to be present, John?

[He assumes that's what John might have done while he was thinking.]

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[That... would have been a practical thing to do. John eases himself into the passenger side and buckles up, fearing only a little for his life with Sherlock at the wheel.]

I haven't done anything wrong. [Guilty people are the ones who ask for lawyers, right?] And I'm not going to keep spending your money.

[howdull]

Irrelevant.

[Sherlock, it turns out, isn't a bad driver. Almost surprisingly mundane when it comes to things like following the speed limit and remembering to check his mirrors before turning.

But then, he's not in a rush at the moment.]

We have no way of knowing what questions they intend to ask you, your innocence might already be under suspicion and a lawyer would help. It's too late now, but if they need to see you again then make sure you get one on retainer.

[His money, John's money, same thing.]

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[There are a number of reasons people keep thinking they're an actual couple, rather than a pretend one. Sherlock treating their bank accounts as interchangeable would be one of them.]

We'll be done with it after this. I'll just tell the truth. [And while John knows it probably won't be that simple, he'll hold to that. Then a thought occurs for how to get Sherlock into the actual meeting.] You could be my legal counsel. They'd have to let you sit in on things if you are.

[howdull]

Excellent idea, John.

[He beams his approval sideways as they stop at traffic lights. It always amazes him how sometimes even the most mundane of minds would come up with ideas that he hasn't considered.]

It's probable that they'll already know who I am if there's been research done into you, so a lawyer persona would be a waste of time. But you are entitled to appoint your own representative, so there shouldn't be an issue.

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[John smiles back on reflex... although that smile is maybe just a little troubling.]

You'll just be observing and telling me when not to answer things, right? I don't particularly want to counter interrogate the military police.

[howdull]

If they are military police.

[They could just be more pawns of Caroline, or of Jim, whichever one of them was really running this show.]

I'll only interrupt if there's something pertinent to ask.

[jumpthegun]

It's a military base. They don't just let random people on.

[John has faith in those in uniform to properly vet anyone entering.]

[howdull]

[He sighs.]

I suppose it is only fitting that a moment of genius would be balanced by a period of moronic ideas.

[jumpthegun]

[John rolls his eyes and turns his attention out the window. Unless Sherlock engages, John will just watch the miles clip away as they head out of London. There's no real point in strategizing until they know what the charges are, and John doesn't have any particular ideas about what they can really do with regard to Caroline or Jim.

He's worried about Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Major Sholto and everyone else. It might not be productive, but he does go down the lost trying to sort out the rest of Caroline's alphabet.]

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[Silence reigns in the car.

About three hours later, the car is pulling up before the military base and Sherlock winds down his window to greet the guard on duty at the gate.]

Good afternoon, Lieutenant, this is Captain Watson and I'm his legal counsel, we have a summons.

[The young officer takes the offered letter and scans it, before opening the gate.]

Park to the right, straight into the double doors for security checks and visitor identification.

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[John ends up dozing for part of the journey, but jolts awake when they pull off to the base. He gives the officer a smile before they head in and park.]

I don't actually have any ID, so they'll probably want to fingerprint me unless they're good enough to go off my photo. [He's not entirely sure why he's telling Sherlock this. Maybe as reassurance for himself. They head inside and are predictable asked for ID. John gives the woman checking them in an apologetic smile.]

I'm afraid my home was recently destroyed along with everything else I own. Can we do the verification some other way?

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[The soldier on duty is a slender red-headed woman, she's not unpleasant but she's clearly very wedded to her duty and not inclined to be lenient at all.]

I'm going to need to fingerprint you, Captain. And you're the attourney, right? I need to see your card and some ID.

[Sherlock shrugs carelessly and produces his driver's license.]

Thank you, Mr. Holmes, now your ID from chambers.

I don't have one, I'm a self appointed representative.

[She frowns.] I'm sorry, due to this being a military base and matters of a confidential nature are being discussed, we only allow registered and authorised legal counsel. You'll have to leave, sir.

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I've been summoned for legal proceedings. I believe I am entitled to representation. Mr. Holmes is that representative. Is there no procedure in place for this? Mr. Holmes will sign a nondisclosure agreement if that's necessary. I can also provide character witnesses in the form of representatives from New Scotland Yard for him.

[Well, he can provide Lestrade... maybe Dimmock. John will easily comply with anything she wants him to do for fingerprinting, though.]

[howdull]

This is a military base, sir, not a small claims court. If you don't have proper representation and you want a lawyer present, then we can arrange that for you through Legal Aid.

[She's not authorised to let a random person in on this investigation. She produces a small scanner pad as she talks and indicates for him to press his thumb to the soft surface.]