The car ride away from Bath was nearly silent, with John being quite content to remain unspeaking in the back seat. Greg was hesitant to bring up the state that they had found him in. He didn't want to offend either John or Sherlock. The latter of which was staring pensively out the window. He supposed at some point he would have to get on the phone to London though, to get the plans that they had set up going. He just needed Sherlock's word.
'Sherlock? When do you want me to send word to the team?'
The other man just sighed and nodded. This reaction worried Greg greatly. It was not the time for Sherlock to get pensive and unresponsive. Looking into the rearview mirror he sighed himself as he looked at the slightly smiling John. God, just looking at him hurt. Greg couldn't believe that the strong-willed former military doctor could be reduced to this, a sex toy trained just for Sherlock.
Spotting the sign for the exit for the M27, he decided to go ahead and send the signal for the team in London to get a move on. He truly doubted that Sherlock's bastard of a brother would anticipate a drugs bust as a cover for clearing out a flat. Lord knows Greg liked to pull drugs busts as a way of getting Sherlock to cooperate and stay clean, but this time would be the last and he was going to miss it. Sometimes friendship was more important than any case after all.
Pulling out his mobile he hit the speed dial for Sally Donovan. Fortunately for his nerves she picked up after only two rings.
'Donovan.'
'We've got a go. Package is secured and on route.'
Sally let out delighted laugh. 'Understood sir. All my best. Operation Drugs Bust is a go. Confirm?'
With one last quick glance at the pensive consulting detective, he gave her the go. 'Happy hunting Donovan.'
SH/JW
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