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.]

Comments

[jumpthegun]

[There's a vicious sort of satisfaction in seeing that message. John tries not to think about how happy he is to make someone else's life difficult for a change.

He smiles when he sees Molly, and that expression on flickers for a moment at her question. Well, at least they know she's herself after all of that.]

He'll be along in about forty-five minutes. He's still back at the crime scene, trying to avoid Lestrade. What happened when you went to that house, Molls? The last text message I got said you were moving closer.

[gallowshumour]

I did something stupid.

[Her face falls, perhaps more penitent than he should be because of the medication lowering his inhibitions.]

I peeped through the window and I saw guns, I thought if I took pictures then we could take them to the police. But I forgot to take the flash off my phone, so they all saw me. Guess I'm not a good detective after all.

[jumpthegun]

Mistakes happen, Molly. [His tone is gentle.] Sherlock makes them, too, y'know? Nearly got himself strangled a couple of times with some acrobat that was part of a drug cartel out of China. Mistakes don't mean you're a bad detective, just that you're human.

[He reaches out to squeeze the hand for her unbroken arm.]

You avoided being blown up by a bomb. If that's not quick thinking, I dunno what is. Did Jim say anything to you when they took you? Or Caroline? Did you see her? She's missing a finger on her right hand.

[gallowshumour]

Yeah, I saw her. She doesn't seem like she's stable, she was arguing with Jim about going off script to what she wanted to do. I didn't see how it turned out, I got hit on the back of the head by someone and woke up in the crematorium.

[All of this and barely anything useful to show for it. She gratefully squeezes his fingers right back.]

I feel so stupid.

[jumpthegun]

[Caroline Matthews is the definition of unstable.]

Of course he's going off script. [That's mostly muttered to himself. Jim is interested in Sherlock, not John. That much is clear. But if there's dissension within the ranks, maybe that will hinder anything else Caroline tries to do.]

Don't. It is what it is, right? I've been kidnapped before, too, y'know? That Chinese gang. We were stupid, having you go off on that stakeout alone. Why don't you just rest now, Molls? Sherlock might be here when you wake up. And you might remember a bit more, yeah?

[gallowshumour]

[It's actually really comforting to have him here calling her Molls, making her feel as if maybe she didn't cock up quite as badly as she thinks she did. She reaches out with her unbroken arm to take his hand without thinking, giving it a squeeze.]

You're a good friend, John.

[She's glad they got to know each other better, even if it was because of all of this horribleness.]

You should sleep too, your back must still be painful.

[jumpthegun]

[He's not going to be sleeping, but he'll lie for her this once to put her mind at ease.]

And you're a very brave and clever one. I'll see if I can't kip on one of the empty beds in here, or find a better chair out in the hall. I really wish they could've blown up the flat later, rather than at the beginning of all this. Bloody inconvenient.

[howdull]

[She doesn't mean to, but Molly drifts off in the middle of his reassurances, the medication and the leftovers from surgery making her too drowsy to do anything else. She has a vague notion that it's sweet of John to lie to her, but it's here and gone in a few moments.

Sherlock arrives only an hour later, sweeping in the door with a dramatic swish of his long coat. There's a pinched worry around his eyes that he can't quite hide, even though he sounds as put together as ever.]

Did she see anything useful while she was taken?

[jumpthegun]

[John's spent the time just hunched over in his chair, eyeing Molly's vitals and remaining close to her, looking for any other clues on her that might be helpful. He has one hand over top of hers when Sherlock walks in, but quickly pulls it away. He stands with a wince and moves over to the other man so he can speak low and avoid waking the woman up.]

Trouble in paradise. She heard Jim and Caroline arguing about him going off script.

[howdull]

Really? That's interesting, and could be possibly used to our advantage, especially for the brief period that Moriarty remains in custody.

[Driving a wedge between them and separating off Caroline can at least take one stream of their joint problems away.]

What exactly was said?

[jumpthegun]

Um... [He looks over at Molly's prone, sleeping form.]

She couldn't hear that well and with the medicine kicking in, I... didn't ask her for all the details.

[howdull]

[Really?! His expression falls into something disappointed, but he just shrugs.]

I suppose it's unfair to expect you to be capable of doing my job.

[jumpthegun]

[For just a moment, John feels a part of himself cringe in shame. What was he doing? The case was important and he should have interrogated Molly more. But she's just been through so much. Is it really fair to throw everything at her? Everything and more.]

She's just been through a traumatic experience. She needed rest and I thought you'd want the information direct.

[howdull]

Studies show that sleep can degrade the memory of immediate details, it would have been better to question her before her operation if possible.

[He really is disappointed, John's been getting better at learning how to deduce and ask questions, but this is a big backslide. Perhaps it's because of his exhaustion and the pain he's still in?]

I doubt she'll be awake for a while yet, it might be for the best to check in yourself and get sorted. You're obviously not functioning at your best.

[jumpthegun]

[John bristles almost immediately, his embarrassment falling away for irritation.]

I'm not checking myself in. What the hell was the point of avoiding the police if I do that?

[He's still pretty sure that Lestrade's going to cuff him to a hospital bed if he actually gets hold of him.]

[howdull]

Lestrade would have had you arrested, the doctors will only want to treat you. You're becoming less useful the longer you remain untreated.

[Harsh, but he's not even thinking about how blunt his words are.]

[jumpthegun]

I'm not checking in. Drop it. Unless you'd like to check yourself in for your sudden and unpredictable seizures.

[howdull]

They're not affecting my ability to tackle this case at my full capability.

[Whereas John, on the other hand, is obviously growing less useful by the day.]

[jumpthegun]

I made one mistake because I care, not because I'm in pain, Sherlock. Drop it. Now.

[howdull]

Caring isn't an advantage, John.

[Echoing words that Mycroft has drilled into him since he was a child, but also ones that he fully believes. The evidence is right here, emotion has clouded John's ability to focus.]

...forget it, just be quiet, I need to think. We've been on the back foot this whole time, chasing leads that keep getting away from us, I need to find a way to put us ahead.

[jumpthegun]

[John holds his tongue, but the glare he levels at Sherlock is the sort that could have sent new recruits scrambling. He suffers the silence for five minutes before deciding he's had enough of that.]

I'm getting coffee.

[It's not particularly safe to leave Sherlock alone, but they'd managed an hour apart and this is a hospital. It's one of the places that John still feels relatively secure. He'd taken the disguise for the police off while Molly was sleeping, so he simply rises and stalks toward the door to find the cafeteria.

It's only once he's out of the room and on his way that he belatedly realizes he only has Sherlock's credit card on him. They really need to get that sorted out. And in the meantime, he'll buy Sherlock a coffee, too, just to avoid feeling like a complete arse.]

[howdull]

[Sherlock doesn't even notice when John leaves, he's already too deep inside his mind palace. Mycroft believes it's just an aid to memory, but there are things that he can do with it that Mycroft has never been able to. He finds himself sat, cross legged, on the floor of their flat. Destroyed now, but not in his mind.

An alphabet book with torn out pages floats around him, the different meanings for the letters scribbled into place, along with the clues that they already know. Some pieces don't fit in - why does Caroline Matthews want John discredited and arrested for war crimes? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't fit with the rest of what she wants and why. Moriarty can't want it, his interest is only in Matthews and John to get to Sherlock.

He needs to separate them out, two different cases.

Sherlock needs to solve them one at a time. Matthews first, she's easier to deal with than Moriarty and might give them time to recoup until they're pitched against the consulting criminal again. There are a number of ways to go about this, but even he finds some of them distasteful. And he just can't let go on why John's being arrested for war crimes and how they managed to get that through the stringent military legal processes.]

John.

[His eyes snap open, and John isn't even there. Damn it, where is he?]

JOHN!

[jumpthegun]

[John's out in the hallway, sipping coffee as he ferries another cup for Sherlock to the room. He hears the shout of his name and picks up his speed to a jog. A part of him is thinking this is a false alarm, but the other part is worried something's happened to Molly.

He all but skids to a halt outside and sucks in a sharp breath as he shoulders the door open.]

What? What's happened?

[howdull]

War crimes.

[He almost shouts it as John enters, a beaming smile on his face. He's not sure what it means yet, only that he's pretty positive that it's the clues that they've been missing until now.]

Caroline's husband wasn't disgraced in his career, I'm sure he was medically retired with honours, why ruin yours? Why try to get you locked up for war crimes, it doesn't make sense!

[jumpthegun]

Say it a little louder. [That's said in a harsh whisper as John hurries forward so that he's standing close to Sherlock.]

None of it makes sense. She's a bloody loon.