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"Dammit." John stated. "Dammit...Dammit!" He shouted, sitting down, his face in his hands. He took a deep breath and they knew he was crying. "She was so young, but she was just trying to learn how to be a doctor, she needed experience in the field and a group of terrorist took her to bargain with." Watson sat up, tears falling down his face. "She was under my protection, my responsibility and I let her get kidnapped...when we found her, she didn't know who anyone was, only me."
"How old was she when she was enlisted?" Lestrange asked.
John stared at him, "She wasn't enlisted, she was recruited. She was brilliant, very much like you," He looked up at his friend. "Sherlock, you would've loved her, she does the same thing you do, a little more subtle about it. She was just eighteen, not even fresh out of school, she took her exams early and next thing she knew she was in the middle east. Under my wing."
Watson was silent for a few minutes, they let him sit there in his thoughts, waiting for him to say something. "When it was time for us to take leave, two weeks, she didn't have any family and I wasn't really talking to mine, so she'd would stay with me. I cared for her, all she wanted to be was a good doctor, to save lives, but she took them instead." He stood up, turning towards the door, he handed Sherlock his phone.
"Let me know when she calls again. Please." He pleaded, staring into Sherlock's eyes. "I need to talk to her."
"Okay." Sherlock didn't argue, he didn't do anything but agree as his friend left the office, he has never seen Watson like this, not even with his girlfriend, what ever her name was. So why was this...Hermione different. He needed to find out more.