John follows behind Sherlock, frustrated and infatuated with the world's only consulting detective.

An hour or two would have been acceptable. But three? All because John had mentioned that he was in the military as well. Sherlock groaned, loudly. Pacing the bulky man's living room, his patients wearing thin. John, though a man with the love of storytelling, couldn't disagree. Leighton continues to talk in a flat tone that couldn't help but strike a nerve with Sherlock. The house, I need to explore the house. Sherlock glances at the hallway just to his left. "I don't mean to be rude," John highly doubts this is true. "But my I use your restroom?" Sherlock arches his brows. Leighton pauses, looking over Sherlock with suspicion. "Yeah, it's down the hall, third door on your right." Sherlock nods, glad to be out of the room. If he had to hear him speak for another 10minutes, Leighton would have most definitely disappeared. At least Mycroft's problem would be solved. Sherlock thinks humorously, a faint grin spreading.

Down the narrow hall, Sherlock stops to observe the pictures hanging over a small table. Most of the pictures are of one woman in some variation. She seemed fragile and pale compared to the navy corporal. His girlfriend obviously. Sherlock dismisses this information and this person as of no importance to this case. He travels farther down the hall, spotting Leighton's office. Sherlock glance back down the hall to see if Mr. Wright was still speaking. And of course, he was. Sherlock swiftly and quietly made his way into the room, closing it behind him. He was sifting through papers that were splayed out near Leighton's computer his phone dings with the following message:

2:33pm, Wednesday, April 17:

Any progress?

- MH

Sherlock rolls his eyes at the message. Must he really contact him? Sherlock specifically told Mycroft that he would contact him once the case was done. Rapidly, he stabbed at the keys on his phone to reply:

2:34pm, Wednesday, April 17:

It's been a day since you handed me the case.

- SH

Sherlock continues to shuffle through papers, muttering to himself about what it would be like to be an only child. He begins to examine a file box and accidently elbows the mouse of the computer. The monitor lights up with ferociously bright colors, Sherlock then catches sight of it from his peripheral and turns to face the screen. The screen filled with a digital document that carried the U.S presidential seal on top. Sherlock pulls his phone from his pocket and types a second message to Mycroft.

2:37pm, Wednesday, April 17:

Of course, progress has been made.

- SH

Hello there! Hope you enjoyed! Don't be afraid to comment! Love you all!

P.s: I just wanted to say something about the upcoming chapter: Shiznet. Is. About. To. Go. Down! :O ... (stay tuned!)

~ Danni