At the bottom of this letter, Sherlock makes sure to include his new mobile number. His paper has changed a little since now he gets to choose his own, being a bit nicer, as well as his handwriting in general since he's more relaxed and he can use a pen that he likes. It's not as if he has anything really to do at the moment, setting up his website again and getting things going with his experiments. He can do some minor things from his flat on his laptop, and it's enough right now to start putting a bit of money into his bank account.

~oOo~

Dear John,

Caracals. Interesting creatures, I looked them up to see what you might be dealing with. Surely you have enough weapons that you couldn't have been concerned about whether or not it would attack and hurt someone. I imagine they are rather stealthy however. Still, there can't be much for them to hunt in the desert so you can't see them very often. No doubt when you do they are migrating between hunting grounds. It seems only logical.

I hope you don't get the flu that your colleague has gotten. That would be rather unpleasant I imagine. Surely you have enough doctors that your schedules could have been worked so you did not have to work so many hours in a row. Clearly someone needs to re-evaluate your schedules. It seems morons abound.

I have included my mobile number at the end of this letter. I have it with me at all times, so whenever you have the chance to call, don't worry about time of day. I rarely sleep, and even when I do, I rarely stay asleep for more than a few hours. At the moment I have no set schedule, so there is nothing you need worry about interrupting.

I hope you have gotten some rest by the time you get this letter. I have been able to get a few jobs since getting into my new flat, enough to put some money in the bank and most of them I didn't even have to leave the flat or interrupt my experiments for. Detective Inspector Lestrade has yet to call me in however. I am starting to wonder if he was sincere in his previous offer.

As far as my recovery, I have picked cigarettes back up again but the rest I find no trouble with. It seems that I cannot be without a vice. Still, it's rather difficult to maintain a smoking habit in London these days, so I may have to look into patches. It was merely such a relief to be able to that I couldn't resist buying a pack of cigarettes shortly after I was released. Something I am sure my brother is quite upset about. Unfortunately that only gives me motivation to continue it. I do enjoy spiting my bother.

Speak of the devil, he's calling. Which means if I don't answer he's going to be visiting in about ten minutes. This is tedious. It seems that I'll have to cut this short, I don't wish him to get any more ammunition to use against me, nor do I want him to spoil these letters. I hope things are going well for you as well. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Sherlock

~oOo~

Reading the letter when he receives it, John chuckles and shakes his head a little for a few moments as he reads about Sherlock's ongoing addiction to nicotine. Though he is glad to hear him consider patches instead of smoking actual cigarettes. The comments about his brother also amuse him, folding up the letter again to look out of the window and up into the clear sky, smiling as he walks out to talk to someone about getting phone time, something he's never asked for before so he's hoping that will get him some leeway.

Next up: Phone call chapter! Which is shorter than I expected it to be, but there will be more fun later, I promise. :) Sherlock out of rehab, yay! Now he has to deal on his own, hopefully he will be ok! But Sherlock is strong, I'm sure he'll be fine.

Thank you to everyone for your great reviews! I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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