The atmosphere at the base was becoming tense. It wasn't just John that could feel it anymore. There were meetings with Major Sholto and some other higher ups that he kept seeing come in and out. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he knew that it wasn't his place. Yet everyone was on edge, causing a few more scuffles than might have otherwise happened. It's over lunch that John has to write a letter hastily to Sherlock.

~oOo~

Dear Sherlock,

This is going to be a quick letter. Things are tense here. It's not just me that feels it anymore. There are quite a few officers meeting with Major Sholto on a daily basis. Tensions are high, I've had to treat more than a few of the boys for sprained muscles or broken noses. I don't know what's going on yet.

You were right, my instincts were spot on. We all know that something is going to happen, and it's going to happen soon. We're quieter than normal, except for the occasional brawls. There are those of course that are louder than normal, putting on a brave face even though they feel as scared as the rest of us. I can't explain this feeling to you, Sherlock. I might not be able to write, I barely have time to write this. I just don't want you to panic.

Keep doing what you're doing, Sherlock. You're a good man and you're helping people. And I. I am extremely proud to have known you, and seen what you can do. I just wanted to say that. You never know when you might lose the opportunity to say it again. I''ll write to you when I can. Don't freak out, just keep doing what you're doing. Never stop being you, Sherlock.

Sincerely Yours,

John

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Reading the letter, the hairs on the back of Sherlock's neck raise as a feeling of dread washes over him. This is not like John's usual easy going letters. The writing is smaller, compact, the movements of his pen sharp which shows how tense he was. Something about this letter is different, and despite what John said, it concerns him. If he were a normal person it might even fill him with a feeling of panic. Instead, it sends him on a mission and he walks quickly back to his flat, slamming the door before walking swiftly over to his desk. He barely takes time to remove his jacket and scarf before he sits down at his computer to start research, fingers flying over the keyboard as he tries to figure out what I going on, politically as well as what is going on exactly where John is. Not that he knows exactly where that I, but he has an idea, and that is good enough for him. Nothing will happen to John, he tells himself. Things like this must happen all the time. But it is the first time in three years it has to this extent, and that put the detective's nerves on edge.


Just a quick little letter. Thanks to everyone for reading, I hope you continue to enjoy this!

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