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Chapter Eight, Perseveration
Walking down the street with groceries John stopped when his mobile started to ring. Putting down the bags he dug through his pockets in search of the ringing device. Glancing at the number before answering John frowned his brow.
"Good morning, Detective Inspector." John greeted.
"Dr. Watson." Lestrade greeted in turn. "I need you to get Sherlock to come to the Isle of Dogs."
"Why don't you call him then? I'm not Sherlock's keeper."
"Of course you are." Lestrade retorted. "Anyways, he's not answering his mobile. The last three cases I tried to get him interested in he wouldn't even look at, now he won't even answer the phone."
"He's been a little preoccupied the past few weeks."
"Identifying a John Doe."
"That doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would keep Sherlock's attention for long."
"It's been his only purpos
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Chapter Seven, Rats!
"Stop what?" John asked.
"Holding your wrist to your chest. If it goes off prematurely you'll end up dead rather than just maimed."
John looked down and saw that he was cradling the wrist with the deadly watch protectively against his chest. Moving slowly John held his arm out to the side awkwardly. His heart was still racing as they made their way into the basement morgue of Bartholomew Hospital.
"Sherlock, what if you identify this guy and they still don't give us the watch code?"
"That is a distinct possibility." Sherlock agreed.
"Don't worry. I will identify the body quickly and leave us with plenty of time to either blackmail the lawyer in return or find a way to diffuse the watch. He was a fool to give me a full twelve hours."
"I'm sure if you asked nicely he'd reduce the clock for you." John h
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Chapter Six, Do you have the Time?
"Sherlock, where are you going?"
"Mrs. Hudson is out, so I'm going to go let our guest in."
Downstairs the door was opened with a violent crack as it was kicked in.
"Never mind, they just let themselves in." Sherlock sat back down and opened a newspaper. "John, act casual."
"Yeah, right, why wouldn't I?" John rolled his eyes.
John went over to the couch and sat down as four men entered the flat. Sherlock pretended to look disinterested, but John could see his analytical eye sizing up their guests with a quick glance. Three of the men truly did seem to be of no importance to him, even to John's eye they looked like body guards.
The fourth man was much smaller than the others. John felt that he might even have a few inches of height over him. Despite his small statue and almost lizard like appearance the man radiated confid
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Chapter five, Shang-high
John woke with a dry throat and a splitting headache. It was the kind of headache that made him regret whatever he'd done the night previous before he'd even had a chance to actually remember what he'd done. Still fully dressed John found himself tangled in his bedsheets. Trying to get to his feet John fell to the floor.
"Sher..." John stopped as his stomach rebelled and he was sent into a fit of dry heaving. "Sherlock!"
John was not surprised when his friend didn't come to help him. Taking a deep breath to reorient himself John managed to get up. Looking and feeling like he'd spent the night heavily drinking John stumbled his way down stairs. Sherlock was at the kitchen table engrossed in something under the microscope. He took his eyes off the microscope just long enough to glance in John's direction.
"Good morning, John.
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Chapter Four, Den of Iniquity
"Where are you going, Sherlock?" John muttered to himself.
John felt that so far he had managed to avoid being spotted by his friend, but as they traveled deeper into a seedier section of the city the population was starting to become spares making it more difficult to hide. Rather than grab a cab Sherlock had been making his way across the city on foot. As their path began to twist through a serious of dark and mostly deserted alleyways John reached into his coat pocket and wrapped his fingers around the grip of his gun.
Although looking woefully out of place in the London slum Sherlock did not move or act like he was in any danger. He behaved as though he might as well be taking a stroll through Hyde Park on a sunny afternoon. Walking with purpose down the street he eventually came to a rusting metal door. John stayed behind a set of bin
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Chapter Three, On Holiday
It had been a week since John's messy break up with Sara, a very long week. He had given the Surgery two week's notice, but they had managed to find a replacement for him today. So unless Sherlock managed to find some actual paying clients it was going to be time to start looking for another job.
Actually it hadn't been a lack of clients that was keeping Sherlock unemployed at the moment. It was the lack of any client that had been able to catch his attention for more than a few seconds. John had already witnessed Sherlock dismiss half a dozen people before they'd even taken a breath to tell him what their problem was. In fact the last time the door buzzer had gone off Sherlock had practically ordered John not to answer it. These were just the people that John had seen while at home, he had no idea how many potential clients came by during the day while h
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Chapter two, Time Files
It was nearly eleven at night when John made it back to Baker street. The previously relentless rain had finally given in a few hours ago. Stepping into the entrance way John hung up his coat. He looked down and saw Sherlock's still damp clothes discarded in a heap, showing that he had broken down before the rain had stopped and stepped out. John just hopped that his absent minded flat mate had gone to the trouble of getting dressed again after coming in from the storm.
Exhausted from the events of the day John tried to just make his way across the living room and upstairs into his own bedroom before Sherlock noticed. John assumed that Sherlock still didn't have a case since he hadn't texted him all day. Right now a case-less Sherlock was the last thing John wanted to deal with.
Sherlock had managed to dress himself and was sitting cross legged
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