It takes some time of course between when Sherlock gets John's letter and when he is able to respond. Mostly due to experiments and general boredom, but he finds a quiet place to sit down and finally respond, looking around at his new, smaller flat for a moment before he starts.

~oOo~

Dear John,

It seems that you are not the only one who has had to move. Apparently there were complaints from others in the previous building I was in, and my landlord objected to some smell that came from the flat. My attempt to explain that it was merely an experiment on the flammability of human flesh under certain circumstances did not go over well. Despite the fact that I was fairly regular in paying my rent, he evicted me. I am not entirely sure that he had a legal leg to stand on, but that would require explaining my situation to Mycroft or Lestrade to find out for sure, and both options are so bothersome.

The ride back with Mycroft was tedious, worse than any family gatherings I have been to in recent memory. There was no place to escape to in this case. I tried to block him out and go to my mind palace for a bit of reorganization, but his voice is somewhat penetrating. It was a very long trip back.

While it has been a long few weeks with finding a new, suitable flat and getting my items moved there, I have otherwise been bored. Lestrade has not needed my help, the person who can normally give me something interesting to do at the Morgue is on vacation - can you believe that, she doesn't even have a life outside her work, I am willing to bet she is merely at her flat with her two cats. She would have been better off remaining at work, then perhaps I wouldn't be so bored. There is nothing interesting going on, John. My mind is stagnating, I must find something interesting soon.

It occurs to me I am being what most people would consider inconsiderate about what you told me, the man and his family and your own feelings on the matter. He got shot, you are still quite healthy, and I imagine there are just as many, if not more people who would be concerned for you if you got similarly injured. You are well liked among your comrades there, I would think you would be well liked wherever you are. You have the sort of personality which people find pleasant to be around. Even I have not been immune to it as you have seen. That alone is vexing.

Know that if you were ever injured, I would be worried and likely rather upset. Even if no one else is. Once or twice it has occured to me that if I called in a favor with Mycroft, he likely could get you reassigned somewhere safer. However, I did realize that is not something that would make you happy, and therefore I have restrained myself. I do not wish for you to be angry with me, and that is the only result that I can think would come of such maneuverings.

In my boredom I have started composing again. For my violin. Perhaps when it is finished, I will be able to send you a copy of it. That seems a long ways off however, the tune is intriguing but frustrating, the next notes come to me at the oddest times of the day. Luckily I have not found it necessary to sleep much lately, so it has not interrupted my rest.

Perhaps I will attempt to work on it a little more. It's night as I write this, and this part of London is relatively quiet. Being on the top floor of this building means that it is unlikely I will wake anyone with my music. I will include the address to my new flat below. Thankfully I had arranged to forward my mail otherwise I might never have gotten your last letter.

Keep yourself safe, as you have so far. I look forward to your next letter.

Sincerely yours,

Sherlock.

~oOo~

When John receives the letter it makes him smile at the antics of his detective, shaking his head a little with amusement. Leaning back on his bed, he looks up at the ceiling above him, resting the letter against his chest and putting his hand over it as he conjures a picture of Sherlock playing the violin. He does hope he'll get to hear whatever Sherlock is composing, but for now, he settles for the CD he was given, pulling out his player and putting his headphones in before he closes his eyes so that perhaps the image will match the song.

There we go, poor bored Sherlock. I will have to think up a case for him to tell John about next time, otherwise it will be John who is having all the excitement and worrying about his detective. Though Sherlock is more worried about John than he might let on. I hope you enjoy the letter, and thank you for reading!

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