Sherlock finally discovers what the poison is, and he looks up with his mouth open, ready to call out to John what it is, but he stops himself just in time as he realizes that someone might overhear, and also that the doctor is still asleep. So instead, he gets up gracefully from his seat, stretching a little before he walks over to the cot, reaching out to shake John's arms a little. "John! I found it, I found the poison!" He says as he watches the man, reaching out to brush his fingers over the cropped blonde hair.
With a little bit of a snort and a jerk, John wakes up and blinks a few times up at Sherlock. "Sherlock?" he mumbles in confusion before he comes awake fully. "Did you find something?" He asks as he sits up, retrieving his bottle of water and taking a long drink of it, before he rubs the sleep out of one of his eyes.
"Yes, John. It's Ricin, a tasteless, odorless poison produced in the seeds of the castor oil plant. We must move quickly, John. Though death isn't immediate, it can occur within 3-5 days. I've brought up details on the vaccine which I'm sure your commander can acquire somehow, best perhaps to make it seem like an inoculation of some sort that you have to administer to the entire camp, seeing as we don't know who was the target yet or who might have ingested the poison." Sherlock says thoughtfully for a few moments.
Now fully awake, John nods a little. "I've heard of that very dangerous, right?" He asks as he looks at Sherlock for a few moments. "I'll speak to Major Sholto. You're right, we all need to be given the antidote, just in case." He says before he looks at Sherlock warily. "Can I trust you to behave while I'm gone?" He asks skeptically.
Scoffing a little, Sherlock puts his hands in the pockets of his pants since he has no jacket pockets to put them in. "Of course, John. You hardly have to treat me like some stray dog." he scolds with a small shake of his head as he looks around, avoiding John's eyes for a moment. "I may take a little bit of rest myself, it was a rather long flight here." He says casually as he turns and steps back over to his desk, opening the bottle of water there and taking a slow, long drink of it before he looks at John. "Time really is of the essence, John." He reminds the doctor in a slightly bored tone.
While he still doesn't trust the detective completely, John has little choice but to do as the detective says, and he walks over to him, curling a hand around the taller man's bicep. "I'm serious, Sherlock. Behave yourself." he says in a firm tone. "I'll be back soon." He says before he turns on his heel and walks out of the tent confidently to go tell Sholto the news. He's rather shocked that Sherlock found the poison so fast, but then he looks at the sky when he gets outside and realizes he must have been asleep for hours.
Once John is out of the tent, Sherlock grabs the scarf he had before, not intending to get any more sand in his hair or down his shirt or anything, looping it around his neck once again. After that's done, he steps out of the tent, takes stock of everything, and then turns to head toward where the medical tent is, having memorized the location of some things when they walked through and they walked within sight of the medical tent. A bit obvious with the big red cross on the doors. Once he finds his way back there, he frowns a little at it, then strides confidently forward, ducking into it and scanning everything slowly and silently.
Jumping a little at the sudden appearance of someone, a young woman looks up and slams shut what appears to be a journal. "C-can I help you?" She stutters in surprise.
A brief glance is given to the woman, taking in her appearance and the name emblazoned on her chest. "Ah. You must be the Julia I've heard so much about. My name is Sherlock Holmes. Captain Watson has invited me here, and I have Major Sholto's permission to perform a thorough investigation into this poisoning matter." He says bluntly as he watches her, then says, "I need to look around." He announces before he turns and starts to look around the tent. Seeing her now, it makes him feel much better because she's really not all that attractive.
Julia frowns a little at the man. "So you're Sherlock Holmes, the bloke that Dr. Watson is always writing to, yah?" She asks as she looks at him. "Don't see what all the fuss is about." She says as she crosses her arms over her chest. "I had nothing to do with the poisoning, so look wherever you like."She says in a frustrated and slightly angry tone.
"That's because you're an idiot. And a liar." Sherlock says before he whirls to look at her. "When you spoke about the poison you glanced over at this refrigerator here, I'm guessing I'll find the vials of poison. But you're right, you're not alone. Most likely you don't even like John, you're just using him, hoping that he might turn the other way when the first or second deaths happen." He says casually as he takes a menacing step back toward her.
"You're not clever enough to be in this on your own, you have someone else providing you with the poison. All you had to do was get it into the supplies. Which indicates that he is either a well respected person here or someone who merely does not want to draw attention to themselves, offering you as a sacrifice, thinking that if anyone found out that you would be the one to get caught. You have the poison and the means, don't you? As a nurse you are allowed to have needles and paraphernalia." Sherlock says coldly as he looks at her, taking another step closer, watching as she retreats a step to match his approach. "You made one mistake however. You targeted a good man, you targeted John Watson. My only friend, and a man that I greatly admire. You will not get away with this and you will not be so pleased." His tone is cold, flat and dangerous as his hand snakes out to grab onto Julia's arm, a little more firmly than is strictly necessary but he wants to make sure she doesn't escape.
Unfortunately, though he's a brilliant man, he doesn't anticipate the smaller woman having a knife on her, and before he can react, it's in her hand. "Bastard! You stay away from my John!" She nearly screeches as she thrusts forward. And while the detective dodges enough so that she doesn't hit what she wanted, the knife does slide across his side, through the fabric of his shirt. Blood almost instantly starts to stain his shirt, but it didn't hit any organs or anything, it will however require a few stitches. And as the taller man is recovering from that, she slashes at his arm as well, creating a cut down his forearm which makes him release her. "You ruined everything! Everything! He was going to be mine, but you interfered. You should have stayed back in London, you'll regret this!" She hisses before she turns and runs, dropping the knife on her way out.
Heedless of his wounds, Sherlock dashes out after the woman. "Grab her!" He yells as he sees some MP types come from between two tents. Hearing the commanding tone, the two men hardly think twice, and while one misses Julia, the other makes a grab for her and catches her shirt, which is enough for him to get a hold on her. After a little bit of a struggle, eh ends up holding both her arms behind her back, bodily turning them both to face Sherlock. "What now, sir?" he asks as he looks at Julia suspiciously. Only then does the MP see the blood on Sherlock's shirt, and his eyebrows go up, concern settling over his features.
Breathing a little heavily because of the warmer air, Sherlock looks at the man. "Take her to whatever sort of holding area you have set up. Make sure to post guards on her, no visitors. You can verify the orders through Major Sholto, but in the meantime I recommend you lock her up." He says as he jerks his chin toward Julia.
The second MP has joined his friend and they both nod, seeming a little uneasy but they each take a side of Julia and start leading her off. Deciding that he should have his cuts looked at, Sherlock walks stiffly back to the tent he is assigned, just in time to see a certain doctor stomp quickly out of the tent, looking like he's about to explode.
"Bloody Hell, Sherlock! I tell you to stay put for ten bloody minutes, and you bugger off somewhere! You could have.." John pauses as he sees the state Sherlock is in. "Bollocks. Alright. Come on, I don't have any supplies in here." He says as he grabs Sherlock's upper arm and drags him back to the medical tent, glad they're not too far apart. With Julia gone, the tent is empty now, John giving the brunette a little shove toward a cot. "Shirt off." He orders as he gets supplies together.
More amused and feeling a little numb right at the moment, Sherlock nods a little, sitting down and removing his scarf first before he removes his ruined shirt. "Julia was a part of it, but she's not the instigator, she's merely the scape goat for if they got caught, in a situation such as this." he says as he gets the shirt off and looks down at his arm.
Turning back to face the younger man, the doctor sighs a little as he pulls some gloves on. "You're way too skinny, you bloody bastard." He mutters, though he does take a moment to admire the shirtless detective, no matter how inappropriate it might be. "That looks really deep.." He says in concern, a switch flipping as he goes into Doctor mode, crouching beside the cot in order to look at the wound on the side. "Just a few stitches, should be fine." he says before he goes about his work, efficiently dealing with the cut, cleaning it, sewing it and bandaging it, before he moves onto the cut on Sherlock's arm, which is shallow but tends to bleed given the location. He does still wrap it up in a bit of gauze and a few butterfly sutures just for good measure.
"Are you sure she's involved or do you just want her to be?" John asks with a little bit of exasperation, the first time he's stalked since he started this examination.
"I'm certain. Check in that fridge over there, the one with the lock on it, you'll find vials of Ricin in there, since it is a compound that needs to be refrigerated, but that one is obviously restricted to certain personnel, perfect for her." Sherlock says casually, putting up with the poking and prodding, eventually pulling his shirt back over so that he can put it on, even if it's bloodied.
Skeptical but willing to trust his crazy friend, John pulls out his keys and then walks over to the fridge, finding the appropriate one before he opens it and checks inside. These medicines they rarely have the need to use, so he looks through them slowly, frowning a little as he sees some unlabeled vials. Closing the fridge back up and locking it, he sighs a little. "Seems you might be right, Sherlock." He says reluctantly before he looks over at the man with a small shake of his head.
Looking a little bit smug as he starts to button up his shirt, Sherlock looks into John's eyes for a few moments before he responds with the utmost confidence. "Well, of course I'm right."
First of all, if there is anything in this that makes no sense, it is because I was literally falling asleep while writing it but I wanted to finish it. I caught myself typing some nonsensical phrases a few times. I think I caught everything, but if I missed anything let me know. :) I hope you enjoy it, poor Sherlock just can't do as he's told, but the thought that two soldiers randomly obey him amuses me too. Hope you enjoy it!
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