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Hacked	By : SoftPurpleSherlockian Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 4354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The work day passed relatively uneventful for John. There had been no emergencies and he only had two minor surgeries. The rest of the day had been spent in his office trying to make sense of the bloody contraption he had been talked into getting the night before. John blamed the four pints of Guinness on that particular purchase. He had been playing around with the damn thing for hours and was still having trouble with it. When he arrived back at the flat after leaving the phone shop, Sherlock was still locked up tight in his room; working on God knows what, so John retreated to the confines of his own bedroom before lying in bed and tapping around on his new phone until the wee hours of the morning where he forced himself to put it down and get a few hours of sleep.
Now, sitting behind his desk, John had internet videos pulled up on his work computer showing him how to add contacts to his new mobile. He smiled triumphantly when the phone screen lit up with names from his address book. Technology had never been John's strong suit, he knew enough to get by, basic e-mails, updating his blog and the like. Nowadays he needed a computer to show him how to operate a computer! People were more and more used to this and it seemed like John was behind on the times, which usually resulted in John shouting profanities at whatever offending equipment he was currently not operating correctly. Taking the small victory of adding a contact to the device he held in his hand, he shut down his computer, confident that he had at least mastered that small task and would be able to do it again. The light vibration in his palm alerted him to a new message and he tapped the green icon.
Sherlock's name was at the top of the screen and John felt himself smile.
Lestrade asked us to come by

the station tonight. He said that

you would know what it was

concerning. –SH
John recalled the conversation that he and Greg had while sitting at the table the night before and started to tap out a response to his flatmate. Not having buttons was throwing him off and it took him longer than usual to type out a simple message.
Yeah. Artist, 22.

Can't find anybody with

a motive.
Why didn't you let me

know? –SH
Greg wasn't sure he was

going to need you. Didn't

want you getting your hopes

up over nothing. Besides, you

were holed up in your room.
When has that ever stopped

you from knocking, John? –SH
John had to stop and think about that. Sherlock was right, he had no qualms about banging on the detectives door at all hours of the night, usually to tell him to keep it down or to enquire if he had the fire extinguisher and to beg him not to set the place a blaze with whatever he was working on.
Sorry. Wasn't sure if

it was going to pan out.
Obviously it did. The idiots

down at the yard need us

there as soon as it's convenient.

It makes more sense for you

to just meet me there. I'll leave

Baker Street a few minutes

after you leave the hospital,

it won't take me as long to get

there, and see you at the

station. -SH
That will be fine.
I know it will. –SH
He stared down at the screen and could practically see the smug smile Sherlock was wearing right now. John really didn't have a problem with taking orders from Sherlock when it was regarding a case, the man's mind was far too brilliant to second guess or argue with, and John knew that Sherlock was well aware what he was talking about. He had no desire to control the mind of his flatmate, his body however was a different matter entirely.
John looked down at his phone to check the time, one more hour and he would be able to go home, or to the station rather. Having a light work load that day, he was all caught up on patient files and notations. He went back to toying with the device, having stumbled across the 'App Store' he browsed through the available apps, there seemed to be one for everything! He knew that there was a popular game and set to searching for it to fill the remainder of his afternoon.
His throwing birds from one side of the screen to the other was interrupted as another message flashed across the screen.
Are you leaving? - SH
It was exactly six o'clock on the dot and John chuckled as he typed.
Impatient aren't you?
John, you know it's been

nearly a week since I last had

a case. Don't lecture me,

please? – SH
It was the 'please' that held John's attention and he sat staring at that one single word until it went black. His body was practically vibrating with thought of Sherlock muttering those six little letters. He pushed the button in the middle of the phone that would bring life back to the screen and pondered the best way to respond. Settling for a light hearted, joking tone John started moving his fingers across the phone, cursing his big thumbs that were clearly not taken into consideration by whoever designed the thing.
Well gosh, since you asked

SOOO nicely. No lecture :)
Ugh. You have resorted to

emoticons! You've been

around those dull people for

far too long today! Time to

go! – SH
Yes yes, alright. I'm leaving

now. I'll see you soon.
He stood up and collected his belongings, tucking a stack of patient files under his arm he made his way out of the office and down to the nurses station to drop them off. "Ladies" he gave them all a polite nod and started down the hall to pop his head into the chief of staff's office before heading out. If this new case was anything like the others Greg needed Sherlock's help on, he knew to let them know he wouldn't be back at the hospital the next day.
With everything taken care of at the clinic, John stepped outside and put all of his effort into hailing a taxi. He stepped to the edge of the kerb and stuck his hand out, waiting patiently as four drove right past him. Guess the fifth one is the charm he thought as he climbed into the back of the cab that had pulled over for him.
He gave the cabbie the address to the station and leaned against the seat as he watched the people and buildings go by in a blur. The phone he had placed in the pocket of his trousers made a 'ding' sound and John reached to pull it out, confused by the noise. There was what looked like a red caution sign on the left side and a warning flashed across the screen: UNUSUAL ACTIVITY ALERT
'What the bloody hell is this?' John asked himself I haven't even had this thing for twenty-four hours and I've already broke it! Technology one, John Watson zero.
He tapped the words and the screen popped up with a new window. As the page loaded, John was still not quite sure what he was looking at. There was a warning across the top that said 'APPLICATION SIGNIN ATTEMPT (PREVENTED)' in red with a clickable map next to it. John zoomed into the picture of familiar street names and his eyes fixed on the little pinpoint that was stuck on 221B Baker Street and let out an audible sigh as he put the pieces together. Sherlock had hacked into his email account again. John had changed the password yesterday while he was playing around online, but apparently after only one attempt Sherlock had figured it out. 'That man has no concept of privacy' John growled angrily. What the fuck is he doing anyway? I'm going to kill him. Yes, that's it. I'm going to kill him!
He closed the warning on the screen and clicked the blue app that the young woman had synced his email account to the night before. He sat there going through all of the folders trying to figure out what was so important that Sherlock couldn't be bothered to use his own account. His attention never left the screen and his eyes immediately jumped to the SENT folder when the number had increased by one. He gave the screen a rough tap and pulled up the messages in the outbox. He stared at the most recent activity for only a fraction of a second, not really paying attention to the recipient as he opened the email. As he scanned the contents he felt like somebody had just punched him square in the chest and knocked the breath out of him.
"Holy fuck."
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