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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 2:24:10 GMT -5
"Oh, it'll pass," he assured John. "It's just a media frenzy the public is having. Should die down after I leave the country."
He threw the paper down on the coffee table and, more or less, flung himself into his armchair.
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 2:33:47 GMT -5
"Right but until then you should-- wait sorry what?" His train of thought came to a screeching halt. "Leaving the country?"
John frowned. He was the one that went on holidays. Even then, it was just to Dublin or Leeds.
"For what? You never said you had a case out of the country."
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 2:39:55 GMT -5
"Didn't I?" he responded, angling his head to one side. "Well, I do. Have a case, that is. Nothing too pressing, just something that caught my eye. It's a quick trip. I can make it alone."
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 3:03:04 GMT -5
"Are you off to the old Soviet block again?" he asked, recalling that one overseas case he had in Belarus the year before. "Where'd you find this case anyway? There wasn't anything on my blog about an overseas case."
He grabbed his computer and scrolled though his messages just to make sure.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 3:16:01 GMT -5
"Not that far. Oh, Lestrade messaged me this one. He thought it would pique my interest. Which reminds me--I need to be off in half an hour. Should probably get dressed."
He got to his feet and strode over to his wardrobe.
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 5:45:08 GMT -5
He looked up from his computer in time to see Sherlock whisk past his chair and into his room.
Lestrade? Phoning him about an overseas case? Something seemed off. Then again, stranger things had happened. Much stranger things. On a scale of strange things this was on a pretty low rung. Barely registered, really. That and John figured it wasn't too weird that a grown man would want to make a trip on his own. But... this was Sherlock. 'Grown man' always had to be interpreted rather liberally.
"Right. When are you getting back?" he called, craning his head towards his direction and speaking louder so Sherlock could hear through the door. "And does this mean I get a holiday from all this... business?"
Holiday would be nice. Maybe head South this time. Sussex or Kent. Fresh air. Boring but quiet. John liked quiet. Sometimes.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 20:42:37 GMT -5
"Won't be gone long! A few days, tops!" he called back from the other room, having already divested himself of his pyjamas. He was now slipping into his usual attire--which meant a slim-cut dress shirt, narrow-leg trousers, a light blazer, his signature trench coat, and his trusty scarf. "Yes, holiday! Do as you please!"
He was almost enthusiastic about it.
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 21:50:27 GMT -5
"Must be an interesting case," he commented, noticing the unusual buzz.
After another moment or two of deep, brow crinkling speculation, John decided that if he was going to have a holiday, he was going to enjoy it. And the first step in that was getting all nonsense out of his head.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," he sighed as he got up. Time for a shower. Then plans. "And let me know what happens so I can, you know... blog about it."
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 27, 2012 18:39:39 GMT -5
"Right, whatever you say!"
He emerged from his room, fully and properly attired for action, having just fitted on his gloves and slipped into his loafers. He brushed past John's armchair to retrieve his mobile--never left Baker Street without it--from the mantel above the fireplace.
"Don't mind me, I'll just see myself off. Laters!"
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Post by John Watson on Jan 28, 2012 1:24:57 GMT -5
"Laters..." he repeated just as his friend disappeared down the stairs. By the end of the word, his voice had had turned up into a question.
'Laters?' John caught himself thinking again. He had to learn how to stop that. Sherlock was jolly and that was rare. Best leave it alone. For his own sanity if nothing else.
The rest of the morning was uneventful. He went out, ran some errands, then had lunch with Mrs. Hudson in the cafe downstairs. They discussed her ever troublesome hip and probable new tenants-- a shuffly software engineer for 221C. He listened, mostly.
By early afternoon, he had booked train tickets to Dover for the next morning. Fresh air and sunshine for two days. Couldn't be too bad, he figured. He was right in the middle of packing his overnight bag when his mobile rang.
"John Watson," he answered, not bothering to look at the screen.
"Ah, Doctor." It was Mycroft. "My little brother seems to be ignoring my calls. Again. Would you mind telling him that I--"
"--No no. Can't. He's gone. He said Lestrade phoned him about some case."
"Yes in France. It says here that Sherlock booked a ticket to Paris last week for a flight that left this morning."
"What?" Why was he even surprised? Mycroft was basically the British government all rolled up into one person. Of course he'd know.
"I find it interesting that you're not there with him. I assumed..."
John rolled his eyes. "We're not actually attached at the hip."
"Yes," Mycroft chuckled dryly. "I have an urgent favour to ask of him. Tell him it's a matter of national importance. I'd be grateful if you could track him down for me."
"Yeah, fine. I'll phone Lestrade."
When he talked to Lestrade, John ended up with more question than answers.
"France? I never gave him a case in France? What would I have to do with France?"
That was all he got. Lestrade went on for another second about how he had inspections coming and how he was sorry but couldn't be bothered before hanging up.
John should've let this go. It would've been easier on everyone. Especially him. But before he knew it, he had cancelled his train tickets, unpacked his things, repacked them into a larger carry on, and was hailing a cab.
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