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The woman stepped carefully around the body, slapped John, pointed at him, and said, "That's for not contacting me until now."
"You know why I didn't. Cold turkey." John replied calmly.
"When Joker suggested that to you, he didn't mean Cold Turkey us. He meant lay off the life-threatening missions." Flight interrupted smoothly. But that's not the point. The point is Blake's lost a few more screws since we last saw him."
"And we need type to find him." Rover finished.
"I haven't Hunted in three years."
"Yes you have." Genny cut in. "You Hunted the cabbie. From the first case you worked with your-"
"Say boyfriend and I will slap you upside the head."
Genny put on an innocent face and said, "So he's not?"
"No."
"Then can I have him?"
"No."
"Awww, but-"
"No. Just no. You are not doing this again. We are not having a repeat of Geneva. I refuse. N-O. No. Not ha-"
"I think she gets it." Flight cut in. "Now will you Hunt?"
"I don't-"
"You can do it, TC." Rover said softly. "Please. For Queen and Country."
John sighed. That was the one argument John had a hard time saying no to. It was practically his motto, after In Arduis Fidelis. But it'd been years since he Hunted and his last Hunt had been bad. He'd been shot, tortured, and left out in the desert to die of dehydration and sunstroke. "What do you think, Genny." He asked quietly, already knowing the answer.
"You know what I think." She said gently. Genny pulled him into a hug and said, "I think we need you, more importantly we want you. But most important of all: you are our family, we want you to be happy."
John leant into Genny (she was about a head taller than him, thin , muscular, and black hair pulled into a bun). He murmured into her shoulder, "I'll hunt."
"Wait, hold up. You shot the cabbie? You? Way-too-"honourable"-for-his-own-good-Watson?" Donovan cut in angrily. "Who are you? What makes you think you can get away with murder? We're gunna have to take you in."
Flight, Rover, Genny, Sherlock, and even Mycroft were suddenly between John and Sally. It was Genny who said, "You ain't takin him nowhere! He stayin with us. He has one-a them "license to kill" thangs."
"Tone it down Genny, you're accent 's coming out strong." John said calmly. "And no, you won't be taking me anywhere. Permission to Hunt General?"
"Permission granted." Genny said formally.
John bent to the crime scene, examining it from as many angles as possible before taking off. Genny, Rover, and Flight following quickly.
Anthea walked over to Mycroft and said, "What did I miss?"
Mycroft just chuckled under his breath and said, "Come. John is on the Hunt."