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John leaned forward and tied his shoe laces, thankful that the day had passed without incident. He got a much needed full nights rest and had a clearer head upon exiting his bedroom, leaving all thoughts of the night before behind him. Being able to relax was a luxury for John, he was usually at the hospital or chasing after Sherlock on some case. Today however, the rare opportunity presented itself to be lazy. He wasn't on the schedule and Lestrade, much to Sherlock's displeasure, didn't seem to need their assistance with anything. So he relished in the idea of spending an afternoon in the flat watching crap telly and surfing the web. Sherlock didn't leave his room all day, at this point this was nothing new to John. He did try to stir the detective with some tea and biscuits, but remembering that his flatmate had cleaned his plate the evening before, John knew it would probably be several days before he would consume anything again.
John rose from his chair and made his way across the flat, pausing outside Sherlock's room before knocking on the door. "Sherlock?"
Silence.
"Sherlock? You in there?"
Silence
"Look, I'm going to pop out for a few hours."
He fixed his gaze on the wood, willing a response from the man on the other side.
"If you need anything" he paused and rethought his statement "if you need anything important text me."
John smiled to himself, glad that the day had taken a relatively normal tone, and made his way back across the flat and started downstairs, pausing just long enough to send Greg a text letting him know that he was on his way before starting his walk towards the pub.
"Over here mate."
John saw Grew waving him over when we stepped inside the building. Pushing through the crowd of people that frequented the place after work, he made his way to the table where Greg sat nursing his pint and where his own Guinness waited on him.
Greg stood and slapped John on the shoulder, not noticing how he winced upon touching the scar under his jumper. The wound didn't bother John anymore, it was more of a reflex than anything else. The two men sat and made idle chit-chat about work, mutual friends, and cases before the waitress made her way back over to the table to retrieve their empty pint glasses and sashayed off to refill them. Putting some extra sway in her step, the two men watched appreciatively as she wondered back toward the bar. John took that moment to apologize about canceling plans the evening before.
"Sorry again about last night" he started. "Sherlock…"
"Ah yes, how is our favorite consulting detective?"
"Driving me mad!" At that, Greg gave a hearty laugh.
"Sorry mate, I can't imagine what he must have been like without a case. I mean, I know how he gets, but you actually live with him!" he started shaking his head "None of us know how you do it."
John thought back to the previous evening. It's true that Sherlock was itching for a case, but he didn't seem as agitated as he usually was this far into the absence of one. Instead, he seemed more or less at ease while at dinner. That is, until his abrupt trip to the bathroom, where upon his return he started behaving a bit odd. Whatever was distracting his flatmate, both John and their wall welcomed it.
"It's not all bad… I'm usually at the hospital most days we're not working on a case, and I have nights like this to get out of the flat."
The waitress returned with their pints, and John took a long swallow, trying to drown out the images he had of his friend. Images of those eyes with the pupils blown out, images of that flush crawling up that beautifully long neck John wanted to wrap his hands around, images of his arse while walking back to the flat...
John was jerked back to the present when he realises that Greg had asked him a question.
"Sorry, what?"
Greg just gave him a knowing smile "I said, it looks like we might need him pretty soon if we can't turn anything up on this new case."
John's interested peaked, he had to admit that he enjoyed working with Sherlock to solve the problems that Scotland Yard couldn't. The thrill of the chase catered to the soldier in him, and these days, not much did that anymore. He turned to face Greg, encouraging him to continue.
"Body turned up three days ago. Young guy, twenty-two, up and coming artist, found him in his flat. Still no leads on what happened, can't find anyone with a motive. I'm going to give it twenty-four more hours before I call Sherlock. Don't tell him though, I don't want him getting his hopes up a then biting my head off if it doesn't come through." Greg paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking about what he had asked John. "What the hell am I talking about 'don't tell him'? He'll know, of course he'll know. It's not like anyone can keep a secret from that man."
John picked up his beer and raised it to his lips to hide his smile. That wasn't entirely true; John Watson had gotten very good at keeping things from the detective. Okay, so really only one thing, but in his mind, it was the only secret that mattered.
The rest of the night passed with ease, and John was grateful. The two men had downed the rest of their beers and ordered two more each before John fought with Greg to pay their tab, and apology for canceling the night before, and walked over to play a few games of darts. John was taking aim when he abruptly stopped when he heard something directly behind him hitting the floor. As he stepped back to look for what caused the noise, he felt something crunch under the weight of his foot. Glancing down, he saw his lifeless phone laying there, the ugly crack right down the middle of the screen told him he wouldn't be getting any further use from it. Reaching down, he picked up the now dead device and turned it over in his palm, groaning he realised he would have to take care of this immediately. That phone was how people at the hospital reached him, it was how Sherlock got in touch when he needed John's help on a case, it was his lifeline. Now here it sat, utterly useless in his hand as he tried powering it on to no avail.
Greg peered over his shoulder and let out a whistle "that's rotten luck, mate." He stared down at his watch and looked back up at John "There's a Vodafone on Oxford Street. They stay open stupid hours on weekends. You can make it if you head out now."
John nodded, knowing that he didn't really have any other choice. "Ta mate. We'll do it again next week." He said his goodbye and left the pub, starting the short walk to the phone shop, being very thankful that he bought that full coverage insurance awhile back. Sure it was a few extra pounds added to the bill every month, but after Sherlock decided to experiment on his phone the last time, John decided it was a good investment. He turned the corner and made his way to the store.
Pushing the door open, he was glad to see that there weren't many people there. Usually the wait was atrocious, and when somebody did get around to helping you, they were in a foul mood from dealing with all the customers before him. He walked up to the counter where a bubbly young woman, barely out of high school, sat scrolling through her phone. Seeing his shadow come across her screen, the young woman looked up and smiled.
"Hi, what can I help you with this evening?"
"I…erm…." John pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to the young lady.
"Well, yeah…. That's a problem isn't it?" she chuckled. "Let me get your name and phone number so I can pull up your account, alright?"
In the end, the girl had sold him the latest iPhone, stating that he only had to pay a small fee because the phone he had was no longer being made. She gushed about all the apps and capabilities, and in the end John gave in and handed over his credit card and picture I.D. while the saleswoman powered on the device and was in the middle of showing John the basics of the phones operation.
He was signing the sales slip and putting everything in the bag when the girl popped the gum she was chewing and started "oh, you can also sync it to your email accounts. Want me to do that before you go?"
"That would be lovely. Thank you."
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