CHAPTER 2. OH! CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN!
"John! Got a case!" Sherlock pulled the door to the flat open before John could use his key.
"But I just got off a double-" John murmured sliding his black bomber jacket back on, holding back a yawn and following his excited flatmate out the door and back down the stairs. He sometimes felt like an older brother being forced to take his hyperactive little brother to a sweets shop, but follow he would.
"John are you listening?" Sherlock sighed irritably; he'd been explaining the case to the Doctor who seemed to be nodding off in the cab.
"What? Oh, yes, murders, cops-" he yawned again.
"Really John why you choose to work at that geriatric infested sweat shop is beyond me." Sherlock didn't bother to look up at his frowning companion.
"It's a hospital not a geriatric sweat shop?"
" You need your rest between cases, not to be off playing nurse maid to the sniveling and elderly. " Sherlock clicked away on his phone; John only nodded in absent-minded agreement, missing his soft bed.
Two men in a black van with the words: General Constructions printed on the side, watched as the police examined their latest handy work.
"Why are we sticking around now?" Luca the senior officer and the boss's right hand man grumbled.
"Because there're two possible recruits listed in that bunch there and lucky day they are investigating the dump site."
"Yes lucky. I think I'll take a nap while you do the paperwork." Luca moved past the tinted black window of the vehicle, making a pillow out of his own dark green jacket. "I did do all the heavy lifting."
"I picked the sight." Chazz murmured.
"Yeah ya bastard! You did, all the way in London! How creative. And now the van reeks of rotten pig. That wasn't exactly a short drive."
"There was a reason for the area, it's only a mile from where we nabbed the idiot and so it doesn't look like we took him far. Besides the next bunch I promise we can dump wherever you want. I just thought two birds one stone, and our likely candidates well two of them were on the constable volunteer roster."
"Whatever, just get the surveillance so we can report back to the General. He'll want stats on the new recruits, you know how he likes to plan the hunt ahead of time." Luca laid back, having been in the army catching a nap when possible was now ingrained in him, he could sleep through bombs and mortar fire, anything except an annoying four eyed ex army communications officers loud squeaky voice.
"Sir. Check this out. Looks like they've called in company." Luca moved to take the digital binoculars, they sat in the unmarked van unnoticed by anyone, hiding in the open, the van looked like a regular constructions van, common to the rural area, in fact several lined the streets. A genius plan, Luca had thought up.
"What am I looking at?" The older man impatiently barked, Chazz pushed his glasses up the brim of his nose, he adjusted his CO's positioning, slightly directing the binoculars over to the left.
"There, that man there, does he look familiar? Can you see him?" an excited whisper.
"The wanker in the long coat?" Luca growled not wanting to play I SPY with the idiot.
"No, sir, the one behind him-look" Chazz moved the binoculars to where the man behind the dark haired civilian was walking.
"It can't be!" Luca growled zooming in on the familiar figure.
"Yes, I do believe its him. I wouldn't forget his face anywhere."
"Of all the places-Captain Watson?" Luca didn't move the binoculars off the shorter man, he took in every detail of his old Captain. "The Bastard has hardly changed. Looks a bit thinner, but it's the same pompous, arrogant prick. Exchanged his uniform for civies I see. And playing with the police oh how the mighty have fallen." The younger man at his side started snapping pictures, the suggested targets and now of the Captain.
"He doesn't look like he was injured. Maybe he just retired. What do you suppose he's doing on the crime scene?" Chazz watched their old Captain kneeling down now, talking with the thin man in the dark coat, the DI in the gray looked irritated, but he was talking to the Doctor as well. Luca would give anything to be a lip reader.
"I want him!"
"Yeah but if he's injured the General wont accept him for entry. Remember the last one from New Zealand. He had a bad leg, and the General killed Freddie over it. He hates to loose money."
"A test then?" Chazz shrugged at Luca's proposal.
PC Jeffrys started to tape off the area as that ass Anderson had instructed, when he heard a voice that sometimes haunted his nightmares.