AN- sorry for the late update, school is absolutely nuts. Finals are next week, I have a dress rehearsal and a concert, a tournament, plus the "group projects" that I end up doing all of the work on. Thanks to my beta AnimeApprentice!
Disclaimer, I don't own BBC's Sherlock
"Sherlock," Lestrade sighs. "We are desperate. Can't you help us out before another person winds up dead?"
"Boring! A 5 at the most! I do not leave the flat for at least a 7, you know that. When it gets interesting, then you can barge into my flat. Even if it was a 10, I would not take a case right now, John just got back if you would bother to use your eyes!" Exclaims my melodramatic husband, gesturing down at me. At Sherlock's insistence, the DI finally seems to notice that I am wrapped up in my husband's arms. His staring makes my face flame slightly.
I start to get up and reach for my crutches, saying, "You must be Detective Inspector Lestrade. I'm John Watson, Sherlock's husband. I hope he hasn't given you too much trouble while I was away." I balance on one crutch and extend my hand, which he clasps.
The man grins. "He humiliates my staff, but that can't be helped most of the time. They instigate it, he just retaliates." He turns to my now standing husband. "Sherlock, this is the fourth. You know how they never leave notes?" He nods. "Well, this one did."
Sherlock immediately perks up in little ways Lestrade seems not to notice but I do, though I may be a little rusty on reading the man after being gone for a year, even if he's my husband.
"Alright, I'll go." Sherlock sighs. "But who is on forensics?"
"Anderson." The DI winces just a little bit. This could be interesting.
"Anderson won't work with me, and my last assistant quit on me months ago. I will go only if you allow John to accompany me and we don't have to ride in the squad car." My Sherlock demands. Lestrade looks hesitant, but my hope is that he is desperate enough to let me join. I would like to see my husband in action with his deductions in a real situation, just like the first time we met.
"Fine." The man huffs. "He can come, but it might be easier in my car with the crutches. In a cab, you might have to get them in the trunk, and a cabbie will make you pay extra." DI Lestrade is nothing quite like the man I had imagined from Sherlock's letters, which had made him out to be rather incompetent and a pushover.
"Agreed."
Arriving at the scene, the first thing that I notice is that the taped off area is in chaos. The second is that it is one tall building. My hope is that the body will not be on the top floor, but knowing my luck, it will be.
Sherlock helps me get out of the car, handing me the crutches and carrying the old fashioned doctor's bag of mine that I had made him grab before we left the flat. It was my field bag, with anything and everything that I could need while examining a fresh body. Who knew my first night back in the flat would be this exciting?
While Sherlock was helping me, Lestrade went on past the tape, once again taking charge. As I hobble over to the tape line, an African woman with a head of curly hair was interrogating Sherlock at the tape. She grumbled, "Another case for Freak to get off on? And who's the cripple? I can't let just anyone in a crime scene and this one isn't exactly for those with a weak stomach. If I had a choice, I wouldn't even let you in Freak."
"We have an invitation. If you hadn't noticed, which obviously you didn't, your commanding officer was the one to give us a lift, and you are addressing my husband as a cripple, who just so happens to have more military standing than you can ever hope to achieve. John, this is the lovely Sergeant Sally Donovan." Sneers Sherlock.
I lean on one crutch, extending my hand. "Captain John Watson-Holmes of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers, MD. Sherlock, would you mind handing the lady my ID? It's just inside my bag. I'm sure she can recognize a military ID, which gives me clearance to crime scenes should my presence be requested, which it was, by both my husband and your CO, whom I outrank, Sergeant." Sherlock passes her the ID and her face goes just a little bit green.
"Husband? How did Freak here get a husband, let alone one of military prestige? Did he follow you home or something? Trust me, you would be much better off with someone else, someone who has gone through the same experiences." And so the flirting begins. While my husband doesn't know this, and I dearly hope he never does, I didn't get the nickname Three Continents Watson from my army buddies for making friends.
"That is none of your concern." I snap, "Radio Lestrade, tell him we are coming in."
"Freak and his husband are coming up. Meet you on the landing." She starts to escort us to the door of the building when another officer approaches, dressed in a paper suit to prevent contamination.
"Oh Anderson," says my husband, "How long is your wife away this time?" The man he addresses sputters.
"Don't pretend you worked that out, someone must have told you."
"But I only observed. You see, your deodorant is for men."
"Of course it's for men, I'm wearing it!"
"So is Sergeant Donovan. She must have helped you scrub your floors very well, going by the state of her knees." Sherlock smirks, and I let a little grin stretch across my face. It feels good to see him in action once more, especially since they have caused him a lot of grief while I was abroad.
"Who's your friend anyway? He can't come up, you know and you have to wear a suit, I won't have you contaminating my crime scene!" Anderson says.
"Captain John Watson-Homes, of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers, MD. Sherlock, love, would you mind showing my ID again? These stupid crutches are just too much of a hassle." He does so and I watch in amusement as Anderson's face takes on a look of shock. Whether at my term of endearment for my husband, or maybe my name. Either way, it is good to be home with the man that I love, doing something worthwhile.
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PS someone just pointed out that I said African American, I apologize, I just went back and fixed it.