"Sorry I'm late, I was delayed." The man said.
" Dr. Watson, this is Mr. Holmes your new colleague." Lestrade stood up then sat back down. John got up from his seat and out stretched his hand to Sherlock. Sherlock just ignored it. John slowly retreated his hand.
"Mr. Holmes h-"
"Oh please, call me Sherlock." He said cutting off John.
"Alright then, Sherlock it is." John chuckled a little. "My name i-"
"John, I already know." Sherlock clapped his hands "All righty then, shall we get to work, John?"
"Um… we shall but where are we going?"
"Really Lestrade?" Sherlock turned to Lestrade giving him an annoyed look. "You couldn't bother showing him around?" Lestrade opened his mouth, as if about to speak but Sherlock didn't give him the chance. " I'll show him around you daft cow." Sherlock walked out of the room as quickly as he entered. John stood there puzzled.
"Its not my division!" Lestrade yelled out to Sherlock. He didn't respond.
"Is he always like that?" John whispered.
"Yes his but you get used to him. He kind of rubs off on you a little bit." Lestrade said as John began making his way to the door.
"John? Do you want a tour or not?" Sherlock yelled through the door. John gave Lestrade a nod as his farewell.
...
The two men walked down the corridor together. Neither had said a word to the other. Sherlock finally broke the silence.
"The only places you need to know about are Greg's office, the integration room (obviously) and, the room next to it so you can patch someone of if…. I get a bit off track. Got it?" He said in a serious tone.
"Who is Greg?" John asked awkwardly.
"Lestrade." Sherlock said.
"Oh." The two men walked into the elevator. The same young lad from earlier was their.
"Ah, Malcolm good to see you lad how's the sister?" Sherlock asked
"She's well sir, thank you. The usual Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock nodded. Malcolm began to use the machine.
"Malcolm, This is Dr. Watson he will be working with me from now on so if you could send him to the interrogation room level when you see him unless he says otherwise, would be helpful."
"Alright Mr. Holmes. Nice to meet you Dr. Watson." John just nodded. The rest of the trip down the elevator Sherlock was watching John. This made John uncomfortable but he didn't know how to react. The machine came to stop. The duo got off the elevator.
"Thank you" John said to Malcolm.
"This way, John." Sherlock announced. He lead John down another corridor, the walls were made of cement as well as the floors. Their footsteps echoed throughout the hall. It smelt like fire and reeked of blood. Not that surprised John. After all there has been lots of blood spilled it this building. All the doors were large and metal doors that had a small window that was large enough for someone to look into. John looked through the windows most had someone in chains behind a table. John wasn't keen on this job. The only reason he accepted the job was because that's where he was needed. John wanted to help he wanted to do his part in the war. He wondered on what Sherlock wanted from this, why was he doing this job? He didn't strike him as a person who would do something because it's the right thing to do. "I wonder why?" John thought to himself.
"Here we are." Sherlock said. John read the room number; 221. John made sure of himself to make a mental note. Sherlock opened the door for John. Sherlock stepped in shorty after John had. The door closed behind the making a loud bang sound. The room was grey with very little amount of furniture. There was a desk, three chairs and carts covered by sheets of black fabric, the "tools".
"You know what you have to do right?'
"Yes, keep them alive."'
"Alright just checking." He said.