Chapter 6:

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I'm sorry for the long wait, but school started again. I am doing my best to at least update once a month. Thanks to GreyGregory14 again and everyone else who reads this story or even follows it. You know that you are allowed to review too, right? ;)

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When got down to 221C the team was already up.

"Good morning, my Lord!", he was greeted rather enthusiastically by a hyper Murdock. "To what do we owe the honor of this early visit?" He added in his best British accent, which earned him one of BA's best death glares.
Completely unfazed he bowed in salutation.

"Good morning, my brave knights, I would be pleased if you would grace me with your presence at breakfast, just upstairs", John replied laughing. Growling something about crazy fools BA retreated to his room.

"The honor is all mine", Murdock replied, putting on his cap and ever present jacket.

"Murdock, where are the others?", John asked, getting serious again.

"Young knight Peck is helping the noble maiden from the castle next door to get her baggage inside." All of the sudden back to his American dialect he added: "The great chief went to get new peace pipes."

"Then I will just wait here, till they return", John decided, sitting down on the couch.

They sat a few moments in silence, until the Captain turned on TV, watching one of his cartoons.

John took his time to watch his crazy friend properly. They hadn't seen each other for a long time. Murdock lived in the VA now and John hadn't had time to visit him yet, running around after Sherlock, making sure the genius didn't got himself killed or starved to death.

The Captain was wearing a dark T-shirt with the union jack on it, that read "tea time". To the outside Murdock hadn't changed at all, the same innocent brown eyes, the same crazy grin, still doing his accents, but the more John thought about it, the more he noticed things that hadn't been there in war. There was a certain restlessness about the pilot, from time to time his eyes would wander around the room, with an almost hunted look, that hadn't been there, when his teammates where with him. From time to time he would wriggle around on the couch, unable to keep still for long. John had never been a psychologist, never even wanted to be, but still he noticed to change.

Murdock always had been a bit uncomfortable in little rooms, he was a pilot for gods sake, meant to be up high, in the sky! But it had never been like this and suddenly it struck him: Murdock missed the war too, only in a different way. He missed flying and he missed being with his unit all the time, the time, when he had been free.

Murdock had never had many friends, being as crazy as he is, the more he needed the friends he had.

Now he was separated from them, he had to live somewhere else and to make matters worse they were fugitives, they could be killed or caught every day and he would be the last to know it. All this must have brought the pilot even closer to the edge of insanity, than he had already been his whole life.

Realizing this John decided to take Murdock to the crime scene with him, trying to distract him. (He couldn't believe he was thinking this! Damn Sherlock!) He could be of use two, after all the victim was an American.

But first he would ask the Colonel how bad it was, he didn't wanted to cause a flashback.

When Hannibal entered the little flat again, together with Face, only a few minutes later he found his two Captains completely lost in the cartoons, BA was nowhere in sight.

"Morning John", he greeted smiling.

"Colonel, Face", John replied. "Breakfast is ready", John added, remembering why he came down here in the first place.

"Well, lets go then!", Hannibal said. "Sergeant!"

And after they were joined by BA they made their way upstairs, only twenty minutes after John went to get them.

Up in the flat Sherlock had indeed taken of the safety goggles and the pinafore. The chef hat was now lying in one corner of the kitchen.

Sherlock looked at him with a look that clearly said "What took you so long?!". But luckily he didn't say it out loud.

The breakfast was surprisingly good, very good to be honest. Sherlock never failed to surprise John.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?", Face voiced Johns unspoken question.

Sherlock loved all that attention, but still there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, when everyone stopped eating to hear the answer, just for a second, but John knew what was to come.

Wide eyed the team listened as Sherlock went on about how he once helped Jamie Oliver with a case, in which a giant rat, a thief, who could go through closed doors and of course a dead body took part, so after he solved it the famous cook showed him how to make a good breakfast.

John let him talk for a while, inwardly laughing about the incredulous faces, before he interrupted.

"Sherlock, the truth!", he said in his stern Captains voice.

Sherlock looked at him deeply affronted, before grumpily admitting: "Okay, I found it on the internet and it isn't that different from my experiments", he said with a malicious glance at John, who suddenly wasn't that hungry anymore.

The rest of the meal went by smoothly. After they finally finished Sherlock urged John to finally get ready, so they could be off. Face was having an appointment for a sight-seeing tour and BA was going to go to the next car service station.

Hannibal and Murdock had no plans yet, so John decided to carry on with his plan to bring Murdock with him.

So, when he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, before going, so Mrs. Hudson wouldn't get a heart-attack, he nodded at the Colonel, who followed him instantly.

In the kitchen...

"What's up?", the Colonel asked.

"I was wondering if I should take Murdock to the crime scene with us, I would like to spent some time with him and he could be of use there!"

"Why are you asking ME that? Murdock is not a child anymore, even if he is most of the times acting like one."

"Well", John replied uneasy. "He has always been sensible and he has changed quite a lot!"

Hannibal sighed: "You are right, things are rough sometimes, but I think he can take it. I will come with you, though, but not only because of Murdock."

With that being said the two man finished the dish and went back to the others.

Murdock happily agreed in helping John and Sherlock, although the last didn't seem to happy about it.

As Face and BA went of walking, the four of them took the rented car.

But before they drove to the crime scene Sherlock wanted to check in on Molly, to see if she had any news for him.

When they entered the morgue, the dead American was lying on the table, but neither Sherlock nor the two Johns gave it any attention, unlike Murdock.

He stopped right at the door, his thin body shaking badly.

With a little voice he addressed the Colonel:

"Hannibal, I know him!"

Four pairs of eyes turned at the Captain instantly.

Sherlock was the first to speak again: "Really?", he asked, sounding so happy, that John almost kicked him. Hannibal frowned, but Murdock didn't even seem to have heard him.

"That's Jack!" He whispered, his voice barely audible now.

TBC

So: Who is Jack? And how does Murdock know him.

I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, I know I'm evil, it just worked so well. :D

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