Sherlock's POV

Officially his brother has had a paid companion for a few weeks but to his knowledge the only time said companion has been anywhere near his brother is outside of the small house Mycroft set the man up in.

He's looked into the doctor as far as sneaking into places he's probably not supposed to be in order to look into his files. He's also used his budding network of informants on the streets to find out further information. So far everything seems to lead him to believe that Doctor John Watson is intelligent, for an idiot, but rather boring. So why did his brother pick him as a companion?

He needs to collect more information. Maybe go spy on him or something. Yes, that is a perfect idea. There has to be some discreet way that the doctor wouldn't notice for him to spy.

First though, he better get cleaned up since Mycroft put him in that quaint little neighborhood that is mostly clean cut and boring.

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John's POV

He notices the dark haired man that passes his little house twice. On the third pass he realizes it's Sherlock, and he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and wondering exactly what he should do with this particular situation. He's already gotten his mail for the day, he doesn't need to go to the store, and there isn't any logical reason that the younger Holmes brother should be scooping out his place.

That is, unless it's from curiosity, which seems to be the driving force with most of the experiments.

Well, there is definitely one way to deal with that.

He goes and puts some water on to heat for tea. Then goes to his front door where he throws it open just as the dark haired man passes near the front door again, "Well come in."

He leaves it open as he walks away from it, slightly limping but not limping too much considering the fact it wasn't that long ago it was a hell of a lot worse.

He smirks at the wall when he hears soft footfalls behind him and the door click shut.

Alrighty then, that step worked. Now what Watson? He asks himself as he heads to the kitchen. Biscuits and tea, he decides as he stands in the middle of it for a moment, glancing around.

He's moderately certain that the younger man is looking through everything. He can still remember Mycroft saying he'd explain things in Sherlock's fashion, so that must mean he can do the look at a person and know about them as well.

Snickering, he makes up a tray and heads towards the lounge where he spends most of his time, not surprised in the least to see that the dark haired man is going through things there.

"A cuppa and biscuits for you," he comments as he sets them on the table.

"Why do you have my records?" There is something accusatory about the tone in which it is demanded.

He picks up his cup, answering as he settles on the sofa, "I was hired to be a private doctor for yourself and your brother since you tend to go through them fairly quickly from what I can tell."

Gray blue eyes that remind him of dark opals watch him suspiciously before Sherlock decides to accept the cup of tea and settle in one of the chairs.

He wonders if he should mention that is the chair Mycroft prefers when he visits, and decides against it.

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Sherlock's POV

He looks boring but there is definitely something hiding there. Maybe his brother saw that and decided to keep him for that exact reason. Although, why he would want a paid companion doesn't really make sense considering his brother isn't a people person. Not unless he is using them for something or manipulating them into doing what he wants.

However that wasn't the feel he got on the one occasion he saw them together. So that is probably not it. Which is peculiar and just makes him even more curious.

"What makes you think you'll do any better?" He asks as he settles in the chair closest to the cold fireplace.

Seriously, the blonde answers, "I've survived war zones, even enjoyed them at times, I'm sure you will not be nearly as chaotic. Although you are fairly close according to those records."

He's telling the truth. That's startling. People lie. It's what they do. Just like being cruel and stupid. This doesn't make sense.

"Since we didn't get a proper introduction, I'm Doctor John Watson," the blonde states blandly, watching him with light eyes, "John."

"Sherlock Holmes," he replies with a sharp nod, eyeing the biscuits and grabbing one that looks rather tasty. His first bite into it makes him happy that he chose to eat it.

"Care to stay for dinner?" John queries, "It's a simple fry up."

He thinks about it, grabbing another biscuit and humming in pleasure as he bites into it. "Might as well. You're not as boring as I expected."

"Excellent, we can chat, and maybe you can explain why a genius would risk his mind on something so stupid as drugs?" The doctor asks as he snags a biscuit for himself.

This is definitely not going as he expected. Why does he always seem to miss something? No matter. He'll definitely enjoy getting to know John, maybe even steal him away from his brother, although, he's being paid to be a companion so is that really worth the effort to do so? Better yet, he can make John an asset of his, that could be rather useful.

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John's POV

He watches the way Sherlock eyes him. He's quite certain that the dark haired man is plotting something. No matter, as long as he is here, he's not off doing something unhealthy and it will give him a chance to get to know him.

Besides, it will also give him a chance to learn what Sherlock thinks of his brother and him. Maybe they can even be friends eventually, that'd probably be good for both of them as neither of them have a lot of those.

If nothing else they can share in their curiosity of each other.

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