Even with all its dullness and lack of stimulation, Sherlock found that he was enjoying his and John's trip to the countryside far more than he had anticipated. The doctor kept remarking on the quality of the air, and Sherlock found himself silently appreciating it as he slapped on a nicotine patch. They may be enjoying the surroundings, but Sherlock knew he mustn't let himself forget that they were simultaneously on a case. About three miles from where the two had just checked into a small bed-and-breakfast, lay the country club where their victim had been a regular member. They'd be paying a visit there later today, and probably the day after that... just as soon as they got settled into their room.

John grabbed his overnight bag from the back seat of the rental car, shooting a glance at Sherlock, who seemed to have been staring at him (or through him), lost in thought as the country air billowed through his curls. "Sherlock?" He queried as he passed the darkly-clad city boy, snapping him out of his contemplation. "All right?"

"Perfectly fine," Sherlock turned to him with a smile, his own overnight bag in hand. The thing he enjoyed most about this rural setting, he realized, was the freedom that came with not being surrounded by his brother's CCTV cameras. With no prying eyes peering in through their window, he was free to do as he pleased with no fear (well, less fear, as Mycroft always seemed to know SOMETHING) of a lecture afterwards. Sherlock looked forward to exercising this freedom tonight, during the small opportunity that his flat-mate would become his roommate.


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