With the mission setting out in less then a few days' time John went out to find the few people he thought would be good for the job. He kept in mind the slightly brash nature of the commanding officer that will be joining them on this mission which then narrowed the few people he thought of down to only a handful. He searched the camp high and low for the first person that had come to his mind when it was said he could pick out the squad, Greg Lestrade. When he finally found him, out playing rugby with other men, he whistled loudly getting everyone's attention.
"Oi Lestrade get your arse over here," he yelled with a smirk. The other man waved his teammates off and jogged up to his friend.
"What's up? You find out what Major Holmes wanted?"
"Yeah, turns out that there is a mission, and that he wanted me to help pick the men who will go out. So what do you say?"
Lestrade smirked as the two of them started to walk to one of the barracks. "A chance to see what that man is like in person, plus get out of the base for a little while? Why not. It's been way to quite here lately."
"Trust me I know. Like a calm before the storm, you know?" John shivered a bit. It wasn't because he was cold, on the contrary even the January weather in Afghanistan it was above 50 degrees so he was quite comfortable. Both of the men sighed slightly. They didn't understand why all of a sudden the violence in the area had dropped dramatically. No one knew why activity was rapidly dropping from the enemy. All's everyone knew was that it was causing all of the tension around the base. Most ignored it, most people enjoyed the down time and ignored the lingering feeling.
There were a select few people on the base who were just fidgeting. These select few people were the ones John was looking for. They were the determined members of the base. As they entered the barrack John looked around trying to find a specific person. "Who are you looking for?" Greg asked trying to eye up the room as well.
"Second Lieutenant Amelia Yorkson. I think she'd be a good fit for this job," not seeing her right away John turned and looked at Greg. "Why don't you see if you can find anyone else who could be good. The Major can tell people no if he doesn't want them there." Greg hummed in agreement.
"Better to give the Major more options then hardly any after all right?"
"Right." John nodded as Greg left. As the doctor turned around, large brown eyes right behind him, nearly ran into the very person he was looking for.
"Boo!" she said, startling John slightly. She let out a small laugh as John quickly recovered from the shock.
"Ah Amelia, just who I was looking for actually." He didn't know Amelia as well as he did Greg so he opted for a more formal tone.
Amelia's deep brown eyes grew curious "Oh really? What's up Lieutenant?"
"You told me a few days ago that you've been bored. Wanna go on a mission?" John smiled slightly as he watched the other's face light up.
"Really!? Yes, of course! What kind is it? When are we going? What-"
"Amelia," John spoke, amusement written all over his face. "Come on, we'll head over to Major Holmes's barracks and he can explain it to all of us at once."
"The new Major is leading this?" she questioned as they started to make their way over to where Sherlock certainly would be. The two of them walked side by side. Amelia stood at almost the same height as John, only a hair shorter than the doctor.
"Yes, he didn't go into detail about what the mission was, just asked me to gather up a few good people who would be good for the job."
"Well, thanks for thinking about little ol' me," she spoke with slight shyness in her voice her chestnut colored bangs hovering over her eyes slightly. John smiled softly putting his hand on her shoulder.
"None of that, besides, you're up for a promotion soon aren't you? You're excellent in the field, I've seen you myself. If you-"
"John!" a deep voice called out. Both Amelia and John looked up to see that the voice itself belonged to Major Sherlock Holmes. They immediately a saluted only to be waved off with a simple, "At ease."
Relaxing a little more than he had when first meeting Sherlock John was quick to speak, "Yes Major what is it?"
"Are you ready? It's been nearly 30 minutes already and you have not returned with the men I asked for." Sherlock paused for a moment, fully noticing the other person next to John now. "Is this one of them?"
"Yes, this is Second Lieutenant Amelia Yorkson." John spoke as he indicated with one hand who Amelia was.
"Is she the only one you thought of?" Sherlock asked as he studied her closely not even looking at John as he talks.
"No. I have another friend who I thought of. He's grabbing a few more men as we speak."
"No need. The four of us should service, that is if the other man you thought of is adequate." Sherlock, finally done studding Amelia, takes a step back.
Amelia raises an eyebrow and glances at John while she was being studied. When finally done feeling like a test subject she spoke to her commanding officer trying not to come off as rude. "What was that about?"
"Ah, just getting details about you down, I don't need a complete moron to ruin this mission." Amelia opened her mouth slightly to say something but shut it again before words could come out of her mouth. "Oh come on now Second Lieutenant spit it out. There is no need to hold your tongue."
"Your quite rude you know that right?" She spoke accusingly. Sherlock's eyebrow raised in slight amusement.
"Yes, I do know that, I'm not a Major because I'm nice. I'm a Major because I get the job done. Now John, Amelia, let us go find your friend and we can get on with what needs to be done."
Short chapter sorry. I'm also sorry I didn't update yesterday. I'll update Wendesday though!