"John!" Sherlock shouted through the letter box of John and Mary's flat; the only response he was given was the sound of children's TV shows. "Damn it. John, Mary, I know you're in there and I don't care if you're having "fun", we have a flight to catch."
He heard a muffled cry of: "you what?!" from two annoyed sounding Watsons, and a giggle from Watson Junior.
The door was opened by – a skimpily clad – Mary, who looked – rather – annoyed.
"Where are we flying to?"
"Not why?" Sherlock was surprised that she was going along with it.
"You're going to make us go anyway we can find out on the way. Where are we going to?"
"Washington D.C."
"Oh, wow, exotic." It was John; he appeared behind Mary wearing little more than a towel.
"Yes. Pack your bags, 20kg bag limit each, Junior's coming too, so pack for her. They'll be a gun waiting for you in D.C. because I'm not dealing with airport security. Meet me at 221B in an hour, and Sherlock was out of the door again.
There was silence.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"'Junior'?"
"I do not know Mary. He probably can't remember her name."
Mary shut the door.
"I'm going to pack for me and 'Junior', don't pack too many jumpers, and lock up your gun."
John smiled to himself; he really was surrounded by great people.
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Mycroft.
SH
Yes.
MH
I need to ask a favour.
SH
Don't you always?
MH
Mycroft.
SH
What do you need?
MH
He's back.
SH
What do you need?
MH
A private aeroplane to DC, for an hour's time with a pilot you trust.
SH
Okay.
MH
With a baby seat.
SH
Heathrow in an hour and a half, I've got the security guards briefed to allow you through. Is he after Agent Gibbs?
MH
I have reason to believe so.
SH
Keep me informed.
MH
Okay.
SH
...
John.
SH
What?
JW
It's been an hour.
SH
It's been 45 minutes. We're almost there. I hope you're packed.
JW
I'm not five, John.
SH
Mycroft informs me on the contrary.
JW
Stupid Mycroft.
SH
Go pack Sherlock. We'll be at 221b in 15 minutes.
JW
...
Sherlock.
Ellie
Hi
SH
"SH"?
Ellie
My "tag".
SH
I'll be EB then :)
EB
What did you need?
SH
It's started.
EB
Who?
SH
Emily, Gibbs' god-daughter, is missing.
EB
How old?
SH
About 11, I think.
EB
Oh God. Okay. Tell Jethro set up a Skype call to me in an hour, we can brief each other whilst I'm on the plane.
SH
Okay.
EB
Stay safe, Ellie.
SH
You too.
EB
...
Sherlock, that's your name right?
Who is this?
SH
Tim McGee, I work with Gibbs.
Has everyone got my number now?
SH
Tony gave it to me.
That goon.
SH
"Goon"?
Idiot.
SH
Oh.
It's affectionate... Maybe.
SH
Sorry.
I know how Gibbs feels about his team apologising. Don't.
SH
Er- okay.
What did you want?
SH
Just to introduce myself.
Oh that's... nice... thanks.
SH
Have a nice flight.
Er- thanks.
SH
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