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'Um no, not at the moment, why?' His voice was hoarse and sounded like he had a cold. John was an average height, he had an average build and he held a walking stick which was odd. A man in his late 30's or early 40's using a walking stick? Then I remembered, he was in the Afghan war and he must of received an injury. I caught myself staring at his walking stick and immediately looked up.

'So when do you think he will return?' I asked politely.

'No idea, the man never tells me anything but I suppose you can wait for him. Have a seat if you want,'

I looked around and sat in the puffy chair. While I had the chance, I also looked around the apartment to get a better idea of what type of place a detective would live in and I came up with a few words. Small, messy and shabby but cosy.

'Do you want a cuppa?' John asked finally putting some British into his vocabulary.

'No thank you,' I said.

I watched John as he put a tea bag in a cup and pour hot water into it. Finally stirring it and bringing it to his lips where he sipped it. You could tell he really needed that cup of tea because he instantly relaxed. John picked up his cup and brought it over the coffee table next to the settee and sat in the settee. Sighing he asked 'So you are from Scotland Yard? Is this another case for him?'

'Yes, Inspector Detective Lestrade asked of me to personally give him this case,' I answered him.

'Huh, why couldn't he just give Sherlock a call or even E-mail him?' John asked with a confused tone.

'Apparently he has already turned down this case but Detective Lestrade thought that if someone presented him this case personally then it would make him think that this case is more important than he has already thought leading to him possibly taking the case,'

'And can I ask what this case is? If you didn't know, I am usually with him in cases and cases can be given to me,' John said as he took a sip of his tea.

'I'm sorry Mr Watson, I would much rather I sit here and wait till I give this to Sherlock personally,' I answered.

'Don't want to get sacked eh?' John chuckled.

I managed to force a chuckle but we sat in silence for a mere 30 seconds afterwards with only the sound of him sipping his beverage.

'Look, I'm dying with anticipation here. Can you tell me if it really is important and why? Please?' John begged using puppy dog eyes.

I hesitated, 'This case does seem ridiculous and it is not your usual case with having murders and serial killings I'll give you that but it's so important because U.N.I.T isn't responding to our questions,' I said.

'What is U.N.I.T?' He asked.

'Unified Intelligence Taskforce, it's a secret government site.'

'Huh, it's not so secret anymore is it?' John chuckled.

'What's not so secret anymore?' Asked a deep voice coming from the door, making both me and John jump. Sherlock was home.