Chapter 38: When in Spain...
Have you arrived at the destination yet? -SH
No I bloody ain't, quit texting me, you know you aren't supposed to
have phones on in planes. -JW
Oh, that is but a myth, but in order to keep on your good side I would
advise you to turn off your mobile and text me the minute you land.
-SH
Good. Now I'm gunna get some well deserved sleep. -JW
It's hardly well deserved, John. -SH
It is. Now stop texting me! -JW
Stop replying. -SH
Neverrrr -JW
You are so stubborn sometimes, but also quite unpredictable. -SH
How dya work that one out then? -JW
One minute you're complaining cos I sent you on this trip, that you
clearly didn't want to go on. The next you are attempting to make
jokes and continue the conversation at the risk of your own life; in
your eyes I might add. -SH
It's a good thing, you'll never get bored of me ;) -JW
That is also true. Now get some sleep, it will be a long day tomorrow. -SH
Yeah, yeah, love you too. -JW
You must have landed by now. By my calculations you would have arrived
at 4:16am although you should give half an hour or so for the Air
Hostesses waffling on about health and safety. I'm sure even the
averaged brained person would know these things, do they not? -SH
John, wake up! You are quite obviously asleep, which will not get this
case solved any faster. -SH
You cannot STILL be sleeping? -SH
How can you not hear your text alert. See that you have your hearing
tested upon your return. -SH
What the bloody hell was that! -JW
I have no idea what you are describing in so little detail, John. -SH
The bloody foghorn played through the speakers of my room! That's
what. And don't say it wasn't you, because I know for a fact they
don't do that as greetings in Spain. -JW
Your powers of deduction are improving. Although it was of my brothers
doing...chastised by me of course. -SH
Right, are you telling me you called up your brother (who you hate, as
well as hate talking to) and asked him for a FAVOUR!? Is the world
ending? -JW
Of course not. Even you would have deduced that. No, I simply
requested that he pay one of him connections located in Spain to
contact the hotel and bribe someone to wake you up by any means
necessary. -SH
And they chose a god forsaken fog horn! I nearly had a heart attack! -JW
I assure you that the means of which you were awoken was not chosen by
me. As I previously stated. I'm sure it was Mycroft's idea of a joke.
-SH
We'll in future can you just let me have a nice kip, yeah? What was so
urgent you needed me awake at this ungodly hour? -JW
It is 6pm, John. -SH
Yeah, but it aint over here...-JW
You have been in Spain for less that three hours, I doubt you would
have gotten used to the time difference, although jet-lag on the other
hand is quite tiresome. -SH
Yeah, I have a terrible case of jet-lag...can I go back to sleep now? -JW
No. I need you to go and investigate the crime scene as quickly as you
can. Before the Spanish version of Scotland Yard contaminate my crime
scene; they'll have a version of Anderson there, no doubt. -SH
Sherlock, not everyone is stupid. -JW
That leaves much to be considered. Are you dressed? -SH
Yes, if you stop texting me every five minutes I might be ready quicker. -JW
You do not need to dress up. It is Spain, John, not The Houses Of
Parliament. Spain's finest detectives are hardly royalty.-SH
Yeah, but I wanna make a good impression, don't I? And that made no
difference to you, Mr. Sheet-wearer! You weren't even wearing pants
for god sakes! -JW
I find the fact that you continually stared at my crotch area for a
considerable amount of time before determining that fact to be quite
amusing. -SH
I was getting checking that you were big enough before I started the
relationship you see. -JW
Well, you clearly approved. It's such a shame I did not get the same
opportunity, I may have turned down the offer. -SH
Bloody cheek! -JW
Are you presentable yet, John? -SH
YESSS! Walking out the door now, hope my Spanish aint as rusty as I
think it is... -JW
Adios, Te amo. Ser seguros.
That means you love me right? -JW
No, it means I find it odious that you take an exceeding amount of
time to get to a crime scene! Move! -SH
I'm going, I'm going, corrr! -JW
It translates to, 'Goodbye, I love you. Be safe'. Now, have you left yet? -SH
No, I thought I'd shag the room service bloke before leaving...-SH
There will be none of that Mr. Watson or you'll be severely punished
when you arrive home! -SH
That sounds ominous, what you got in mind? -JW
Hiding all your tea and making sure you lack the funds to purchase more. -SH
You wouldn't dare!... this guy is soooooo nice! I'd be missing out...-JW
Nice try, stop joking about cheating, it is making me rather jealous. -SH
Sorry baby ;) -JW
Refrain from calling me that. -SH
But I'm texting you it, and you can't do anything about it...mowhahaha! -JW
Then you are mistaken. I have contacts. -SH
You mean Mycroft has contacts...-JW
Same thing. -SH