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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[gallowshumour]

[The pause sort of clues her in to what he might be worried about, and even though she nods in understanding, she perks up a little and gestures to the back seat.]

I've got a 'jammer' in the back, Lestrade gave it to me when I said I was coming to get you. It'll stop any signal from bugs getting through, and he's going to sweep my car properly tomorrow.

[A win for their team! Probably.]

Okay, there's only two messages. First of all, he says that someone called Jake has been calling the police station trying to get hold of you. And secondly, he's arrested someone at that printing place that he thinks is maybe in league with Caroline Matthews. He said he'd come around to Sherlock's flat tomorrow morning sometime, so "don't run off anywhere and do something stupid", his words."

[During that speech, a message comes through from Sarah.]

FROM: SARAH SAWYER
TO: JOHN WATSON
Fine. 12.30 at the surgery. Don't you dare not turn up.

[jumpthegun]

FROM: JOHN WATSON
TO: SARAH SAWYER
I'll be there.

[John sighs in quiet relief.]

Someone at the print shop? Huh. Well, I have a date at 12:30 to meet up with Sarah, but other than that, I seem to have my calendar open.

[Provided Sherlock hasn't been kidnapped again...]

FROM: JOHN
TO: SHERLOCK
A reply any day now would be nice. You have almost died recently.

Jake's the kid Caroline shot down at the Thames. Managed to get him to hospital fast enough. Glad he's doing well enough to ask after me. I'll let Lestrade know what to tell him when we meet up.

[John reaches down again for the bag of Burger King and pulls out the chips to start eating those.]

I can't thank you enough for coming out here, Molly. Honestly, it feels a little safer having you here, away from Jim. I'm not sure what he's planning to do to you, but the way he said he was never letting you go this morning... I don't like it.

[gallowshumour]

It's the least I could do, if he-- everything he's done might be because of something that I told him.

[She can't really believe that neither John or Sherlock seem to be blaming her at all, even just for being stupid enough to get taken in. Of course there would be something suspicious about Jim, the idea of anyone wanting to be with her for her is ludicrous.]

Sorry.

[She shouldn't have brought that up.]

I mean... I want to help, you're both my friends, though I don't think he wants to do anything to me. He's had plenty of chance, and he was probably just trying to rile you up.

[jumpthegun]

L is for Lab, M is for Morgue, P is for Pathologist. [John counts off the ones he can think of off the top.] We haven't made it to your letter, Molly. And it's nothing you did. He's just using you. And I'm sorry for that.

[gallowshumour]

At least he paid attention while he did it.

[Oops, that came out a bit more bitter than it sounded in her head, where it was meant to be a self deprecating joke. Damn. She forces out a laugh.]

I mean, um... oh, forget it. Thanks for worrying.

[Finally a text comes back in.]

FROM: JOHN
TO: SHERLOCK
A reply any day now would be nice. You have almost died recently.

ERROR: UNDELIVERED

[jumpthegun]

[John's heart jumps and he's barely paying attention to Molly now.]

Oh, god... It's not going through. My text isn't going through to Sherlock.

[Don't panic. Don't panic, yet. His phone might just be out of batteries. Or he's... driving in a tunnel.

Or it's at the bottom of the Thames along with Sherlock.]

E is for Eye.

[That's muttered to himself as he dials Mrs. Hudson's number. He waits anxiously for her to pick up the phone. Or Mrs. Turner. Whichever of them is home.]

[gallowshumour]

For Eye?

[Molly sounds confused, she doesn't really get the connection between Sherlock and an eye, but she still puts her foot down a bit more in concern.

The phone rings about six times before Mrs. Hudson finally picks up.]

Hello? 223a?

[jumpthegun]

[John raises a finger in a 'in a minute' gesture to Molly.]

Mrs. Hudson, it's John. Is Sherlock at your place or have you heard from him at all? Ah... and the interview at the base went... not well. We'll deal with it, but I tried texting him and it's not going through.

[gallowshumour]

Oh, hello dear. No, I'm sorry, he's not been back here since the two of you left earlier. I'm sorry it didn't go well, do you want to come round and have a cuppa and talk about it?

[Poor John, it's not really his week, is it? Mrs. Hudson feels quite badly for him.]

[jumpthegun]

Sorry, no. We're hours outside the city. It'll be late before we get in. Thanks, though. If you hear from him, could you call me?

[Provided she agrees, John will just bid her goodbye and hang up, trying Sherlock's mobile number directly after that. Maybe the text can't go through, but a call can?]

[gallowshumour]

[Mrs. Hudson does indeed agree to call if she hears from Sherlock. Dialling Sherlock's phone will just get the three tone beeps and the standard lady saying: "It has not been possible to connect your call, please try again later".

Molly has been giving John sidelong glances as they go along, but she doesn't interrupt for now.]

[jumpthegun]

[He sees Molly's sidelong glances and is ignoring them for the moment. Panic is building up in his chest. Letting Sherlock out of his sight had been a mistake. Falling asleep instead of checking in with him regularly had been an even graver one.

The next number to be dialed is Lestrade's. He hopes the man picks up, or John's going to be telling Molly to press the bloody peddle into the floor all the way back to London.]

[gallowshumour]

[This time the phone actually does ring, though it takes about a full minute for Lestrade to answer and when he does it sounds windy in the background.]

D.I. Lestrade? Is that you, John? What do you want, I'm at a crime scene!

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, it's me. Have you heard from Sherlock? Is he with you there? I can't get ahold of him. His phone's out of service. I haven't heard from him in four hours.

[Normally, that wouldn't be an issue. In the given circumstances, though...]

[gallowshumour]

No, he's not here. The last time I saw him was about two hours ago, I caught up to him where he was tailing that Moriarty bloke and he said he had something to do. He was fine then, though.

[Then again, two hours is a long time in Sherlock-time.]

If his phone's out of service, not much you can do but head home? I'll keep an eye out in case he shows up.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. Thanks. Sorry to bother you. Talk later. Good luck.

[The words are rote, clipped. John hangs up before Lestrade can really answer that. He's suddenly very not hungry.]

Lestrade hasn't heard from him in two hours. He was still trailing Jim when they met up.

[There's no one else to call except Mycroft, and that bridge has been doused in petrol, burned, and exploded for good measure. Molly's driving suddenly seems far too slow, far too cautious. And then another thought occurs to him.

John pulls out the card Jim had given him and looks to see if there's a number for a mobile, or if it's just the office number.]

[gallowshumour]

[There is both an office number and a mobile number listed on the official card that he had been given.

Molly worries her lower lip, and perhaps presses down on the accelerator a little more than is strictly legal on this particular road.]

Do you think something's happened to him?

[Please no.]

[jumpthegun]

[John tries to the mobile number first, glancing at Molly.]

Might've let his battery run out with how long he was stuck at the base is all.

[He doesn't think that at all.]

[gallowshumour]

[Molly doesn't look convinced, though it doesn't escape her notice that John is trying to be kind to her. She doesn't respond, though, as he's on the phone again.]

James Davidson, Monkton and Milnes.

[jumpthegun]

[Well, he has him on the phone. Now what? It's probably going to be recorded. He doesn't want to give Jim more ammunition to use against him. The doctor schools his tone to something coldly polite.]

Mr. Davidson, this is Dr. Watson. [He grits his teeth.] I wanted to apologize for my behavior at the base. It was unprofessional. [He hadn't been wrong about the man's identity, and he won't say he was.]

I don't have the money for a proper lawyer, so I'll be needing assistance from Legal Aid. If you're designated as my counsel, then I'd like to go over the evidence that's been provided with you. Maybe tomorrow.

[gallowshumour]

[It's a good job that John can't see down the phone, because Jim is grinning like a cat presented with a full saucer of cream. He wonders just how much it must have hurt to grovel like that.]

I'm willing to still be your legal counsel, Dr. Watson, as long as there are no more spurious accusations of being someone else. I have an appointment slot tomorrow at eleven thirty, would you like to come to the offices, or should I attend your current place of residence?

[jumpthegun]

[Molly, meanwhile, will see John visibly begin to bristle. If he were a dog, his hackles would be up and he'd probably be growling. As it is, he just clenches his jaw for a moment and relaxes to reply in the same neutral tone.]

I think we've both gotten what we wanted out of that, Mr. Davidson. I'll come to your office at 11:30. I have an appointment at 12:30, so I'm afraid it'll need to be a fairly efficient meeting. I may be bringing a friend, if that's all right with you.

[gallowshumour]

You can bring whoever you want, Dr. Watson. I look forward to our meeting.

[The smug smile is practically oozing out of his voice as he hangs up.

Molly glances sideways, obvious worry written all over her face.]

John?

[jumpthegun]

[The smug bastard. The slimy snake. John's about two seconds off from slamming his fist into Molly's dashboard, seething in rage at having to lay himself low like that. Her voice draws him back from that brink and he consciously relaxes his body, breathing out a shaky breath.]

I've set up a meeting with Jim tomorrow at 11:30. If--when we find Sherlock, I'm going to bring him to the meeting. You, as well, if you're available. I'd like to see that- [He cuts off and takes another breath.] I'd like to see how he handles trying to play off being someone else to his own girlfriend. I'd also like to see if we can get Jim's schedule from Barts, see if they overlap or not. If they do, supposedly, I want to have someone get some photos of him at work while we're in our meeting. See if Jim from IT can pull off being in two places at once.

[gallowshumour]

[Molly isn't entirely sure that she wants to confront Jim about this and be told to her face that she was only being used, but she does want to help, so she ends up just meekly nodding. Damn it.]

I'm available, you know-- I'm head of the department, nobody's going to question it if I take a few personal days. I've kind of got a lot of holiday time saved up.

[Mostly because she's always in the morgue and never takes it, she has nobody to really go anywhere with. She's pretty lonely, maybe that's why Jim saw her as easy prey. No, best not to go down that path.]

First thing is we have to get back to London, find Sherlock, and then you need to sleep. Tomorrow will be tough enough without you running yourself into the ground.