I don't own BBC Sherlock, they are the creative works of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and of course the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

And here is another new story for you guys. I do hope you enjoy this one.

I Care

Chapter One

Sherlock sat hunched over on the couch as he read through his emails. A number of new cases had been emailed to him over the last few hours. He was bored, there had been no case over a four in almost three weeks. Though they had only got back from Baskerville three weeks. Lestrade hadn't been by with one either, and Sherlock hadn't found one that his mind would be challenged by in his emails. He sighed as he sent off an email to a man that had a case so boring and easy he had been able to solve it just sitting there reading the email.

"Hmmm," He hummed as he started to read the next email in his inbox. He took in everything that was in it and what wasn't there in black and white on his screen. It sounded interesting, and better than all the ones he had looked over the last three weeks. It would mean that they would have to leave London again, but that was all right for them. John was beginning to find his work at the clinic boring. Even though he still insisted that he go in each day that he could.

"Hello Sherlock." John said as he walked into the living room, taking off his coat and hanging it up. He looked a little tired and annoyed as he flopped into his chair and looked over to the man on the couch. He wondered if the man had even heard him at all as he carried on looking at the laptop screen. John noted with annoyance that it was his laptop again.

Sherlock finally looked up and nodded to him, "Looks like we might have another case John." he told him, instead of greeting his flatmate.

John sighed, "About time for you to find something. You've been driving me nuts because you're bored." he chuckled a little as he remembered the twenty-three different experiments that Sherlock had been going on about for the last day or so, and how some of them he wanted John to help with.

He looked to his flatmate and friend and told him, "A man was murdered on the edge of the Moore family home. They all say that they don't know the man and had never seen him before. But they are all in the firing line of the locals and the police. They have asked us to go down there and to investigate the identity of the man, and to see if we can solve his murder at the same time. The police haven't been able to identify the man at all, and he is also unknown in the small village as well. No one knows him at all," he explained the case to him, wondering what John would think of it.

"Well, it does sound a little interesting. But does it even rate for you?" John asked as he nodded slowly, taking everything in. He got up from the chair and asked Sherlock "want some tea?"

"Yes please," he answered as he then carried on, "It will mean we have to leave London once more. But I don't think either of us will mind leaving as we will have something interesting to do once more." he finished as he stood up and followed John into the kitchen.

John to turned to him as he said, "Well, I do have work you know. It's not like I can always get the time off." he reminded him, there were bills to pay after all.

"Come on John, it will be fun," he grinned as he thought of the possible case. He hoped that John would join him for it, as he hated going alone now.

John smiled at him and shook his head, "Sherlock. I have work. I don't think I will be going on this one. We have bills to pay you know."

"I know that," he huffed a little as the grinned faded at the thought of John not being with him. He had gotten used to his blogger being beside him on cases "We are getting paid for this case. Enough to pay the bills for the next three months. They are quiet well off." he told him, though he wasn't really concerned about money, he knew that John was though.

"Sherlock," he began to protest as the kettle boiled and he poured the water into the prepared mugs.

"John, I need you," he told him, catching the other mans eyes as he glanced over to him.

John sighed as he turned fully towards him and told him, "Fine. I'll come. When will we be leaving?" he asked him, giving him a look that told him he wasn't happy about being manipulated into going.

"As soon as we finish packing. It shouldn't take us that long to get there, or we can leave in the morning?" he suggested as he looked to the man, a smile on his face once again. He couldn't help but almost vibrate with energy and excitement at the thought of a case.

"I'll take the morning option I think. It's getting a little late and I for one would like to sleep in my own bed for one more night before having to sleep in a strange bed." he told him as he handed Sherlock a mug of tea and picked up his own.

"Thank you. Very well, I am going to book us a room at the inn." he told him as he then left the room to go and do just that.

John watched him go with a fond shake of his head and then followed him. He checked his watch and sighed. It was coming up to dinnertime and he didn't feel like cooking at all, but he supposed he could do so. Goodness knew what the food would be like at the place they would be staying at.

Sherlock glanced over as he finished his call, "Room booked for us from tomorrow morning. We can check in any time after ten." he told him. "I've also emailed the family back and told them that we would be taking the case and that we would be there sometime tomorrow." he smiled as he settled back onto the sofa and watched his friend.

"Good. I'll make something for dinner in a bit and then we should start packing. Take enough clothes for a week I think. Just in case this one takes a while." he said as he wondered how long the case would take for Sherlock to solve it. A week was stretching it a little, the man usually solved them in around four days.

"Let's go to Angelo's for dinner." Sherlock suggested as he smiled at him.

John smiled back and nodded his head, "all right then, Angelo's it is. Saves me having to cook at least. And a bonus that I know that the food will be good." he told him as he then asked, "will you actually be eating this time?"

Sherlock was silent for a little while before he answered, "Yes, I believe I shall."

"Good." he chuckled a little as he settled back to drink his tea and listen to the mind numbing game show that was now starting on the TV. A glance towards Sherlock told him that the man was in the mood to take apart the lives of all the contestants, the host and answer the questions as best as he could. Though he knew that there was a few topics that Sherlock knew nothing about. Like anything to do with TV, Movies and Music, as well as a few other subjects. But that was Sherlock for you. He grinned a little as listened as he began to take people apart, much to John's amusement.

Well, there you go, another new fic. I do hope that you will like this one.