December 10th – Doctor visits

Mycroft had sent back a list with all of Thomson's clients' professions. Three of them caught Sherlock's attention; there were two vets and a doctor. And he had a plan, he would visit the two vets and John should talk with the doctor. Now he just needed to tell John about his plan.
It was early in the morning when both men were sitting in their chairs, John reading the morning paper and Sherlock playing the violin.
"I think I will take Junior to the vet today." Sherlock said and stopped playing.
John put down the paper and frowned. "Why? He is not sick or anything."
Sherlock looked at the pug who was sleeping on the floor between the two chairs. "I think he sleeps too much." Sherlock mumbled.
"He's a pug, pugs sleeps a lot." John said and flung his arms. He could not see what Sherlock's problem was.

"I know that." Sherlock said, he had read a lot about pugs on the internet since John had bought that little creature. He sighed. "I don't take him to the vet because he sleeps a lot. I just use him as an excuse to talk to the vets on Mycroft's list."
"Oh yeah, of course." said John and felt a bit stupid for not realizing that before.
"And you're going to the doctor." Sherlock said. "And tomorrow we look at the other vet, if necessary."

oOo

Sherlock had never been at the vet before. The only time Junior had been at the vet had it been John who had taken it there.
But now was Sherlock in the room looking at the vet, Simon Galvin.
The man was in his late 30's; he was tall and had short brown hair. And he had this happy atmosphere all around him.
"So Mr. Holmes, what is the problem with this little guy?" Galvin asked and patted Junior's head.
"I have thought about let him be castrated. But I would like to hear an expert's opinion first." Sherlock said and come up with one of his fake smiles.
"Do you live near someone who has a bitch?" Galvin asked.
Sherlock shook his head.
"Well, unless it is a problem I don't find it necessary." Galvin said with a smile.
Simon Galvin seemed very calm and down to earth. Either he was harmless, or he was a perfect calm psychopath.
"Okay. But what if I wanted to let him be castrated, what would you anesthetize him with then? Because I really care about Junior and wants to know he will be treated."
"Always good to hear that there people who care so much about their pets." Galvin said and turned to one of the cupboards there were behind him. "I would use this." He said and showed a little glass bottle with a sticker there said KETAMINE. "It is very common anesthetic, it is also used on humans."
"I see." Said Sherlock and nodded. "Well I will think about it, but now then I am here, could you do a routine check on Junior? Just to check that everything is as it should be."

"Yes, of course." Galvin said and took a closer look at the dog.
"So have you heard about that SALIGIA-killer, uh?" Sherlock asked.
Galvin sighed and looked a bit sad. "Yes, very tragic."
Sherlock looked at the man's face, his reaction seemed real enough.
Galvin looked up from the dog and saw Sherlock was looking at him. The man frowned. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, no. Everything is fine; I would just see how Junior reacted. Sometimes he doesn't like strangers." Sherlock said and smiled again.
"Okay…" Galvin said but he still looked a bit suspicious at Sherlock.

After a few minutes had he finished looking at Junior. "I must say Mr. Holmes, it is a very fine dog you have. There is nothing wrong with him." Galvin said.

"Good to hear." Sherlock said and took Junior in his arms. "But I will let you know if I want to let him be castrated."

Sherlock left the clinic, convinced that he needed to see the other vet too before he made any conclusions. But there was something about Simon Galvin that said Sherlock that the man did hide something.

oOo

"Good day Mr. Watson" Dr. Johnson said.

"Good day doctor." John answered and shook the man's hand.

Dr. Johnson sat down in his office chair and John took the chair meant for patients. It was a long time ago since he had been the patient.

"So what does seem to be the problem, Mr. Watson?" Dr. Johnson asked.

John looked at the other man; he was bald and had Harry Potter look alike glasses John would say that the man was around the same age as himself. He did not look like a serial killer, but then again, they never do.

"It's my shoulder." John said. That was the best lie he could come up with, that his old injury had begun to hurt again.

"Have you talked with your own doctor?" Dr. Johnson asked.

"Yes, he doesn't think it is anything to worry about."

John looked around in the room; to his eyes once again fell on Dr. Johnson. How on earth was he supposed to tell if the man was a psychopath who had killed three people?

"Well, let's take a look then." the doctor said and stood so he could take a closer look at John's shoulder. "If you please will take off your shirt."

John did as he was told.

Dr. Johnson looked at his scar. "What on Earth have happened to you?" he asked.

"I… I got shot, in Afghanistan." John answered. This was a bad idea. How was he ever supposed to turn the topic around, and talk about the murders?

Dr. Johnson frowned. "What was your name again?"

"John Watson." John did not like the turning this was taking; it was supposed to be him who asked the questions, not the other man.

Dr. Johnson began to laugh. "Of course John, I thought I had seen you before. We went to Bart's together. Benjamin Johnson, remember?"

Actually John did remember, now. How on Earth did he keep forgetting about his old class mates? "Yes, Benjamin, how could I forget?" The guy had always been a prick. "But you look different now."

"Yes, yes I know." He smiled and ran a hand over his bald head. "I look like a cross between Harry Potter and Voldemort." He laughed again.

John just smiled briefly. Because Johnson did look like Voldemort.

"But you're doing alright aren't you?" Benjamin asked. "Running around London, solving crimes with a private detective that must be fun! I have read your blog, very interesting things."

"Thanks." John said, and finally found a way to turn the topic to the SALIGIA-killer. "Yeah it is fun, but also very tiring and stressful. Especially this case with the SALIGIA-killer."

"Oh yes, the Christian fanatic. I have never had so many people coming and asking for sedative because they are so afraid. It is good for the business." He said and laughed again.

John did not laugh. Benjamin Johnson had not become a killer; he had just become an even bigger prick.