Author's note: Updating spree! I don't think anyone will mind too much, though. And yes, we are getting close to the actual reason behind the four's presence in Boston.
I bolted upright in alarm as someone burst into the room, my hand automatically reaching for the revolver I had placed on the desk beside me. I relaxed slightly as I recognized Conner standing there uncertainly, slightly to the left of the open door, hands above his head.
"Sorry?" He offered, looking both amused and wary. "I was looking for Jack." He explained.
"Do you make it a habit to burst in on him while he's sleeping?" I inquired. "I would think he would be quicker to shoot than I."
The lad chuckled, and relaxed. "Lately, yes, and mercifully he hasn't shot me, not since that first time."
"He actually shot you?" I asked. "And you're still alive?"
Conner shrugged. "He was half dead himself at the time, and aiming with a sprained wrist." His expression grew serious. "Where is he?"
"Did you miss the bodies in the living room?" Someone interrupted groggily.
Conner winced. "I wondered what I'd tripped over." He retorted. "Chief wants you. Now. He says bring the Brits."
Jack looked both triumphant and resigned at the same time. "Who was it?"
Conner grimaced. "Jerry."
Jack sighed. "Chief's son-in-law." He explained, for my benefit. "Let's go, gentleman! An explanation will soon be forthcoming!" He shouted into the other room. "Five minutes!" He grinned at Conner, who eyed him warily.
"Your mood swings frighten me, Jack." The red-head said solemnly.
Jack laughed. "Good. That's one of the reasons I picked you, you know. Frederick always said I needed someone who wasn't afraid to speak his mind."
"I'll let you know when you're being an idiot." Conner promised. "We need to get a move on." He said after a moment.
Jack nodded. "All right, let's go. Coming, Doctor?"
Holmes and the Inspectors joined us in the living room. Holmes looked as if he had been waiting for us for some time, and Lestrade looked rushed but was ready. Gregson was still trying to look presentable, and grumbled as we swept out of the room.
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