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It was still dark in 221B when John awoke from his slumber. It was nearly 3 in the morning and yet Sherlock was still gone. John sat up and rubbed his sleep filled eyes. He reached over and took his phone from his night stand. No messages. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he fell back onto the bed. He was worried about Sherlock, but that wasn't unusual. Sherlock was probably fine, but John was concerned about what had put him in this mood and why. He thought about asking Mycroft, but decided he probably wouldn't get the answer he was looking for.
John laid in bed wide awake for nearly an hour before deciding to get up and make himself something to drink. That's was when he saw the file folder sitting on the coffee table where Mycroft had placed it hours before. He picked it up and started observing it.
Project Rodin. He opened it, removing the bulk of paper from it and began reading. His mouth went dry and hung open just a bit.
"Oh God."
Meanwhile, Sherlock paced up the dark streets. He had been walking for hours. At first he took a cab to a small dine-in and sat thinking until they kicked him out at closing time. Since then he'd been wandering the streets of London, his mind racing. His thoughts then wandered back to John. He considered how worried the man might be. John didn't even know what was going on. Sherlock figured that he had gone to bed without waiting up. Something Sherlock always failed to understand was why John did such things. He know John cared but he never saw the logic behind such actions. His mind sped back to what Mycroft had told him. He had tried to use his thoughts about John to avoid thinking about it, and yet his mind continued to stray back.
It was late and Sherlock had lost track of time. He pulled out his phone to check and saw that he had a text.
I read the file. -JW
He saw the text had only been sent a few minutes before. John was still up. Sherlock wanted John to remain up so sent him a quick reply.
Home soon. -SH
John jumped at the sound of his phone going off. He hadn't expected Sherlock to reply, as he often does not. Especially not when he goes out on his "thinking walks". John was sitting in his chair still flipping through the contents of the file. He put his phone back down and continued studying the file. He had no idea how long Sherlock would be, but he didn't mind staying up. He wasn't tired anyways, not now.
He thumbed through the written articles. They explained that they were in need of DNA to initiate the project. But they needed the DNA of someone who was already highly intelligent and physically fit. John rolled his eyes. Sherlock all over. There was an entry about the consideration of Sherlock Holmes as a supplier of the DNA and information about how they planned to manipulate the cloned DNA. There were photos of Sherlock paperclipped to write ups. They were serious about this. It was pretty creepy.
It took Sherlock another twenty minutes to return to the flat.
Sherlock strode in as if it weren't the hour that it was. He looked at John, who was now very tired looking. John stood and took a seat at the desk. Sherlock sat on the couch and steepled his fingers.
"I uh, saw the file," John said, interlocking his fingers and looking at Sherlock.
"Yes..." Sherlock trailed off, sounding uninterested.
"So they wanted to clone the great Sherlock Holmes, huh?"
"Mycroft says I impressed them." The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched up.
"Says here they uh, "enhanced" the DNA," John said as he filed through the papers.
"Yes, John."
"This is insane. Aren't they supposed to get consent before they use you as a donor for anything?" John's tone suddenly became very serious.
"Do you think they care about 'consent' John?"
"Is this even legal?"
Sherlock didn't reply.
"Is this not a big deal to you Sherlock?!"
No reply.
"Damnit Sherlock! This is not okay!"
"Pack your bags John," Sherlock said calmly.
"What?" John was shocked. Did he make Sherlock that angry?
"We're going to Baskerville."
A/N
Short chapter is short. I apologize, school this week had me too busy and tired to work on this, plus I didn't have much inspiration for this chapter. But I've had so many asking me to update the last few days I decided to wrap this chapter up.