"I need a Doctor" Post RBF Return -Sherlock/John

Sherlock rang off and dropped his phone on the table as John presented him with his laptop. “Thank you.”he replied pulling the notebook and his pen from his inside jacket pocket. He began scribbling down the details that Lestrade had given him. “Bowness on Windermere”.

He flipped the lid of John's laptop open and began typing. “Yes, you need to pack, maybe for a week. We are going to the North of England, so warm clothes and wet weather gear. ”

It took Sherlock just a few minutes to find what he was searching the internet for. “There's an 11:30 from Euston station, Platform 12, arrives Windermere 14:46 3h 16m . That'll do us. Lestrade insists on going, you'll be very pleased to know.” he checked John's reaction. “I'll find us some accommodation and vehicle hire.”

(( Congratulations. I don't understand though, why is it worrying?))

"Will do. I'll be more than ready by the time we have to leave." Replied John, smiling at the old briskness he was used to from his friend. Only, this time it was... a bit less brisk? Sort of? Still brisk, to be sure, but... softer. Well, that was nice. And new. So, all in all... not so nice for memories and nostalgia, but good for John and his out of practice mind.

"Of course he wants to come, I suppose this man we're after has killed far too many people not to be on at least one country's "Wanted" list. And why would I be pleased to know? Its just Greg. What's different this time than any other time? Except the time you were the one being arrested, followed by me, having punched the man who insulted you." Chuckled john
"Good times."

"Mm?" Sherlock dismissed the list of Bed and Breakfast houses on the laptop screen. “Oh God, why do they assume that people want a television in the room! Boring.” He pulled his dressing gown across himself irritably and picked 'Cottages' off the menu.

“Unless Moran confesses to anything I doubt the police can do much. As far as I know he's done very few jobs. He's not a Peter Ricoletti.” He paused to peer at the new list on the screen. “You get on with people better than I do.” he grimaced still staring at the text in front of him “No, no good, wrong, ugh hideous!” he rubbed his top lip pensively with one long, thin finger. “Cottage, two double bedrooms, courtyard of... sounds promising... convenient for blah blah, overlooking, tedius. Camden Hall. Gallery, photos. Late bookings. That's perfect. John, Camden Hall Cottage can you book it for us from today, for a week.” he leaned back in the chair with a satisfied smile.

Sherlock turned to face John and stretched. “I didn't think it would help at the time you getting arrested as well but it did. As you quite rightly asked when Donovan was forcing her way in the front door, there was no warrant. There was insufficient evidence for arrest even". He smirked a little.

"Lestrade very conveniently 'forgot' to caution me, none of the morons noticed that in their eagerness to haul me in. Handcuffs were unreasonable use of force, Barker, was it, who pushed me? Insults, slamming us onto the police car?" Sherlock reminded his co-conspirator.

"It all added up to wrongful arrest. And, with the reasonable suspicion of police brutality to follow it made our daring escape a legal move in our defence. But don't punch any more Chief Superintendents just to run around holding my hand, please?” a deep chuckle escaped his throat.

"What shall I wear? Oh yes, and book us whatever that vehicle was, the 4 wheel drive thing, like the one we had at Grimpen, Dartmoor" Sherlock brightened further "May need to do some off road driving."

John blushed "You sir were the one who said- and I quote- 'take may hand'. Don't fib, its not gentlemanly." He smirked and pulled the laptop over to him and made the arrangements via Internet. Their four wheel drive Jeep would be waiting for them.

"Ok. All set. Now I'm going to go pack. But first," said John, going over to Sherlock, "This" he pulled Sherlock in to a passionate kiss, loving every second of it. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled. "There. Now I can go pack." He said, and progressed to walk toward his room.

The blush of pink on John's face made Sherlock smile inwardly, a little of that showed on his lips and in his voice, “My dear Watson” his chuckle became deep and throaty “you mistake me for a gentleman” he said suggestively looking John up and down as if he was prey.

Sherlock had to wait a little for the resulting passionate snog but, he mused, it was so worth it. He watched the man's departing back and called “You look so innocent in your sensible Doctor clothes but that's a fib John, you're anything but that.”

Sherlock went to get dressed and picked out a plain white shirt and black trousers. His mind zoomed ahead to the prospect of finding out what else John, with his prior experience with women to draw on, could do with his mind and body. He smiled to himself because they had all that to come.

John chuckled to himself as he walked up the stairs. Innocent, Sensible Doctor John clothes? That was new.

He went to his room and started packing. The usual. Collared shirts and jumpers with jeans. He packed the needed items and then closed his bag. All packed now.

He went back downstairs and placed his bag by the door on his way to his favourite armchair. There he sat and waited for Sherlock. While he waited, his mind strayed to yesterday. Sherlock had been so confident with what he was doing, while John was practically clueless! Sure, he had a bit of experience with women, but men? Not the smallest bit, save for yesterday. John sat, pondering this for a while... Until he got bored of sitting in the same position and went to go get himself some more tea.

Sherlock didn't pack a great deal into his holdall since he wasn't sure if all his clothes would still fit him. He didn't really have time to do more than glance at the contents of his wardrobe. He realised the contents had been disturbed, and wondered why, but after being away from home for so long he didn't expect everything to be exactly how and where he had left it. John had no doubt been in and tidied up.

He also packed a bag for his life size dummy whom he had named Henry.

He was in a very good mood. It was just so nice to be home and marvellous to be not just with John, as before, but also in a relationship with him. He assumed it meant that John wouldn't want to date any more women but he thought it would be a good idea to ask. He knew the general mechanics, but if there was something John might need specifically it was a whole new area to him. He hoped there was nothing he couldn't supply John with because he didn't want to share him at all.

Sherlock strode cat like down the corridor and found John deep in thought making tea. He also found he wanted to kiss John again and made it difficult for his handsome Doctor to concentrate. He found that a very fulfilling little task.

John was in such deep thought he didn't even notice Sherlock walk up. When he finally came out of his thoughts, Sherlock was already pulling him away from his tea to kiss him.

"Hel-mm" he was interrupted by Sherlock's lips crashing onto his, making him unable to speak further. He opened his lips to let Sherlock's insistant tongue in.

Their kiss grew rough, just a bit, but better than any kiss John had ever had. John moaned quietly. They kissed for a while, then john pulled back, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist.

"Hello." He whispered, placing a light kiss on Sherlock's lips. He held him close and put his head on the other's shoulder.

Sherlock could feel his heart beating in his throat as John said 'Hello'. He breathed in the aroma of his lover and stroked the sandy hair.

“I want to feel the heat of your body in the night and your body up against me in the day.” he whispered into his lover's ear.

As his mouth closed over John's lips Sherlock smiled into the kiss. He sighed quietly and pulled again at John's lips with his own revelling in the intimacy.

John laughed, "And you say you aren't good with words."

They kissed again, and John pulled Sherlock even closer than they already were. It felt so good, to be with Sherlock like he was now. It felt... Right...

"Um. We got up early. And we still have several hours before we have to leave. Um. Can we. Um. You know. Do what we did yesterday? I... I really liked it." Said John, blushing sheepishly.

“Was that good John? Telling you what I want?” Sherlock didn't like showing his lack of knowledge.

“I want to know what turns you on” Sherlock laughed. He was being serious though. “I'm going to kiss you,” he began nibbling at John's neck. “But I'm going to make you,” he pulled John into a passionate lingering kiss, “wait” his tongue traced a wet line along John's jawline to his ear “until tonight.” Sherlock finished with a slightly rough kiss that sent a shiver through his body.

Sherlock did want to know what John liked and he did want to make love to John again but it interfered with clear thinking. He wouldn't allow himself to be sidetracked and put John at risk.

He was feeling tense knowing that Moran was a dangerous and ruthless killer who could vanish into the woodwork and reappear out of nowhere with a rifle. He wanted this new development in their lives to work but he couldn't change. He had eaten just to please John knowing that he wouldn't have any interest in eating while he was working.

John tilted his head to allow Sherlock easier access. God, who knew Sherlock was good at this?! He returned the kiss and then cocked his head again. Tingles went throughout his body, making him shiver slightly.

"Ok. I cant wait." Said John in a tone he had never used before with anyone else. He didn't have time to ponder this much, because Sherlock was roughly kissing him. After a minute or so, John pulled back a smirked at Sherlock.

"Well that is a very good way to get you to kiss me. I'll use that more often." He cocked his eyebrow and walked away.

He checked his email for about five seconds. Nothing interesting. Trash, trash, one of Sherlock's fans, a fake case notice (again).

(( Gah sorry this is my first rp ever and first attempt at slash and I haven't got used writing that yet or figured out how to write action sequences yet which is worrying because we start on the two cases soon. ))

((That's ok, I'm not all that expirienced either. And the two cases will lead themselves, I suppose. I have not gotten used to slash yet either. Don't worry, you're great.))

“You don't look too pleased with today's e-mail” Sherlock observed stretching and yawning.

Outside the lull between the late night and early morning traffic was giving way to the usual muted noises of day's business.

“What have you got?” He leaned back in his chair expectantly gazing at John.

"Nothing interesting in my email. Mostly trash. And a person who really wants to meet you. Don't know why they emailed me..."

John got stuck in thought for a moment and then shook his head to rid himself of them, "They used an alias and told you to meet them right outside of London... Tomorrow night.

Unless there is a person out there with the name Avidfan." John chuckled.

“Oh, this is getting interesting,” Sherlock rubbed his hands together gleefully. “and I'm the Pied Piper” he smirked. “That's a very grim little tale John, all about debts and IOU's.”

Sherlock began searching the room. “Looking for a bug,” he explained to John, his eyes twinkling.

Debts and IOUs. Debts and IOUs? John combed his memory for anything that remotely reminded him of that. Hmm. Oh! Moriarty! Moriarty and Sherlock had that thing about IOUs!

His thoughts were interrupted by Sherlock running around the room and telling him something about bugs.

Bugs? Bug. Oh, bugged!

"You think we have been bugged? That someone has been listening to everything we say? Well that's sort of embarrassing, especially... yeah." Said John, his eyes following Sherlock as he flitted around the room. He was so graceful and God that was so sexy the way he smiled! John kept watching him as he worked, until something crossed his mind.

"Um. Have you checked the skull?"

“A bug is very unlikely, almost zero chance.” replied the taller man stopping in his methodical search and turning towards John. “No, I've not been around the mantelpiece yet, have a look in the skull.”

Sherlock continued his search. Having almost been right around the living room and found nothing he was hopeful that the bug hunt had been a waste of time. His hopeful look changed to satisfaction when John checked the mantelpiece but found nothing either.

"You go a very attractive pink when you blush" Sherlock remarked.

"Ok, it's a long shot, but assuming the e-mail from Avidfan is from who I think it might be from, and that my arrival home is why it was sent, and there isn't a recording device in the flat then we know that someone has not been suspicious about my 'death' until... what time did you get home yesterday?"

John blushed even more, the colour spreading to his ears.

"Well, it was worth a look." Murmured John.

"And I got home, Hmm. I don't know. 5:20? Maybe?" He replied, frowning in thought. "Why?"

Sherlock smiled at the blushing Doctor. “Ok, John. Nobody e-mails a dead man. How does anyone suspect I'm alive and here then? Because when you came home I was playing the violin. Someone heard it, someone who knows I play a violin, someone local maybe but that's unlikely, more likely someone following you. Why following you, because there isn't a bug in this room and nobody saw me arrive disguised at 5 pm -ish.”

“That's why the e-mail only arrived this morning. You said the sender wants to meet me 'right outside of London', does it say when and where exactly? Sherlock rubbed his hands together.

“John, what we need next are candles, see if there's a box of matches in the kitchen drawer or wherever you keep them, string and strong packaging tape and enough cardboard to wrap a large parcel. The parcel in question being Henry Fishguard the dummy."

"Candles, matches, and cardboard I'm okay with, but who is Henry Fishguard the dummy?" Asked John, walking to get the candles and matches out of the kitchen. He took them out of the drawer and then gave them to Sherlock.

"And exactly his much cardboard would we need for that?"

"Oh good, you've got some supplies, Henry is my dummy which I use for experiments, you've seen him." Sherlock replied. "I'd say he's as tall and wide as myself so however much cardboard that is."




(( the main case is The Empty Room the other is a body to look at - dummy is in S2 Ep3 I think))

((Yeah, I just have no idea why Johnny would have so much friggin cardboard! Sherlock is effing tall!))

(( Do you still want to do this now you know what the main case is?))

((John could phone Speedy's and ask them to bring some cardboard boxes round or if it's not raining put them out by Mrs Hudson's bins - trash cans ))