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For John Watson
[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.]
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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Couple of broken ribs and some burns on my shoulders. Just hoping to get some bandages for the back and some ibuprofen.
[He wants something more than ibuprofen and should probably be taking something more. Fewer questions if he doesn't ask for narcotics, though.]
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[He stops as if suddenly aware of his own babying language, embarrassed.]
Sorry, Captain, I was a paediatrician before I decided to join up, it's a hard habit to get out of. How did you manage to break your ribs and get those burns?
[He snaps on latex gloves as he talks, ready to examine.]
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Explosion at my flat about... five or six days ago. Nasty business. Healing up, just still hurts, y'know?
[And he really hasn't been taking care of himself like he should. His chest is a mass of bruising when his shirt comes off, and his back is t much better.]
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[He assumes it was a gas leak or something, he doesn't like to pry. So instead he gets down to the business of examining John's various injuries.]
It doesn't look like you're infected, but I want to put some antibacterial cream on before I redress the bandages, and then I'll give you a week's supply of low-dose morphine tablets for the pain.
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That'd be great! Thank you, Lieutenant.
So, what caused the jump from pediatrics to the military?
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[He grins back and reaches for the antiseptic cream to start rubbing it in gently, though the grin fades a little at the question.]
I know I don't look it, but I'm half Iraqi. My mum stayed over there when she separated with my Dad and had more kids, they were killed in one of the bomb raids while I was working at Great Ormond Street, I wanted to help make sure that didn't happen again. Paediatrics wasn't a natural speciality to move to trauma surgery, but I'm taking more courses alongside my residency here on base.
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I'm sorry. That's... [A lot of people might have simply resented the military for something like that, turned to hatred.] The Army's lucky to have you. Did a couple of tours in Afghanistan, but I never made it over to Iraq. Have you ever been over there?
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Not since I enlisted, and the war is technically over now, but I might get out there to do protection detail.
[The last of the antiseptic goes on and he gets a roll of bandages to start winding them on.]
So what made you enlist, sir?
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[His dream job, really.]
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[He snorts, and finishes tying up the bandages, snapping off his gloves and throwing them into the medical waste bin.]
How bad is the pain at the moment, do you need one dose of something stronger, or can you cope on the low dose morphine from the off?
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Low dose is fine. I've been dealing with lighter stuff before that, and I need to stay sharp. [It's easy to talk to this bloke. He's nice. Deciding to do this is probably one of his better decisions for the day, even with the risk. A further thought occurs to him on that front.]
And, uh... I know this is asking a lot, and if it's outside regulations, no worries, but any chance I could just lie down on one of those beds until my ride turns up?
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Well...
[He grins, easy and light, and gestures at the completely empty room.]
As you can see we're a little swamped at the moment, but I think I can find space for you. Take the bed in the corner, though I'll have to ask you to leave if I get one of our soldiers needing to come in for treatment. Confidentiality, you understand.
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Yeah, I understand completely. You're really a lifesaver, Lieutenant. Thank you!
[He makes a mental note to call in and provide a solid review for Lieutenant Havers tomorrow. Shouldn't be hard to find the number for the base online.
John finishes with his shirt, but doesn't put his tie and jacket back on. He moves over to the indicated bed and hangs those on a nearby chair before slipping his shoes off. Probably shouldn't get too comfortable, but he detests putting shoes on the furniture.]
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Nobody will disturb him until a little over four hours later when his phone vibrates with a text.]
FROM: MOLLY HOOPER
TO: JOHN WATSON
I'm at the gate, but I don't have authorisation to come inside so you'll have to come out. Sorry it took so long, traffic is a nightmare. Molls. xx
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FROM: JOHN WATSON
TO: MOLLY HOOPER
Great! I'll be out there in just a few minutes. You're a godsend, Molly. Really, I can't thank you enough.
[He gets fully dressed and checks around for Lieutenant Havers. If he finds the man, he'll thank him again and bid him goodbye. If not, he'll find a pad of paper and leave a quick thank you note on the bed for him to find. As he's walking out toward the gate, John texts Sherlock again.]
FROM: JOHN
TO: SHERLOCK
Still following Jim? Molly's only just arrived. She's coming back to the flat with me.
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FROM: SARAH SAWYER
TO: JOHN WATSON
Are you kidding me? Just an 'okay' and a stupid warning, and then nothing? What the hell is wrong with you?
[Molly gives him a smile as he gets in the car, and waves a bag of Burger King at him.]
So what are you doing all the way out here? It seems very hush-hush.
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Summons. [He takes the bag and opens it, the scent of grease hitting him and making his stomach growl.] Thanks for this. I'm, uh... they're investigating me for war crimes and Jim turned up pretending to be some lawyer named James Davidson from Legal Aid. He acted like he didn't know me. It was mad.
[He'll deal with Sarah in a moment. It's going to be a long drive.]
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War-- war crimes?! That's ridiculous, isn't it? They can't have any evidence, surely they're just trying to scare you, right?
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It's a good half a minute before John can reply. His voice is tight.]
It's ridiculous, yeah. But the general they've put in charge of it, he already thinks I'm guilty. Jim wasn't helping, making me look and sound like a lunatic in the meeting. They had photos of me with some people I don't recognize. I'm guessing they have a lot of doctored evidence that Jim and Caroline provided.
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Sorry.
[She sets off again contritely, brow furrowed in concern.]
This can't work, the forensics department has all sorts of technology to prove if a photo has been doctored or not, they can't just-- we'll find a way to make sure this doesn't go anywhere. What about Sherlock? Where is he?
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I'm not sure. I just texted him to ask. I let Detective Inspector Lestrade know to contact him and get on to watching him, though. [He's not going to let himself panic, yet. There are hours ahead of them on the road.]
FROM: JOHN WATSON
TO: SARAH SAWYER
Sarah, I'm not sure what you want from me. You told me to piss off.
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FROM: SARAH SAWYER
TO: JOHN WATSON
I thought that maybe your job and I meant a bit more to you than just an 'okay'. A proper in person explanation and apology might have been the decent thing to do, but forget it. Just forget it, John.
[--oh! His phone reminds her of the messages she has for him.]
Um, John? When you're done with that, DI Lestrade gave me some messages to pass along to you.
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FROM: JOHN WATSON
TO: SARAH SAWYER
You mean more to me than a lot of things, Sarah. It's why I wanted you away in the first place. It's why I didn't want you involved. Me pissing off is safer for you. Someone is killing and kidnapping the people I care about, has access to bombs, can alter government CCTV footage, and can manage to fake their identity well enough to infiltrate a military base. I don't want you anywhere near this. Sherlock isn't the target this time, Sarah, it's me. It's nothing he's done, just some psychopath and her accomplice who've decided I'm the devil incarnate.
[John looks up from his phone.]
Hmm? Messages?
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[Stop rambling, Molly! She subsides into uncomfortable silence just as John's phone beeps again.]
FROM: SARAH SAWYER
TO: JOHN WATSON
Then come and talk to me, I'm not here to be protected. I deserve an explanation in person if nothing else. I'm worried about you, John. I still care even if you've been a real arse these past few days.
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FROM: JOHN WATSON
TO: SARAH SAWYER
Tomorrow, unless you want me turning up at midnight. I'm hours outside the city right now, but we're heading back in.
[John lowers his phone again.]
I'll take the messages now, Molls. Sorry. It's just Sarah. [A pause as he considers Molly's car is potentially bugged once more.] She runs the clinic I work locum at. Been trying to get her to shut down and head out of the country to keep her and everyone there safe from a bombing like Baker Street.
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WHOOPS I meant Caroline and not Moriarty, gdi self
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Agh! I ask you about this and then I lose the tag. /o\
<3
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I need to track this properly with my Watson account because I keep missing this... /facepalm
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