Oh, god. It was everywhere. The buzzing, terrible feeling of panic. It drifted through the halls of the clinic, clogged up the pores of every patient that walked through his doors. John tried to ignore it. He filled in his time with some work, some light flirting with Sarah (which promptly evaporated when Sarah earned the same panicked look as everyone else), and a bit of paperwork.
And then, of course, he saw DI Lestrade. Panic seized him.
In between patients, he pulled out his mobile. Text to Sherlock.
Have you heard about anything going on at the clinic? JW
No, this wasn't working at all. Not that Sherlock really believed in any of the more mystic qualities of yoga, but he had hoped that there was some truth to the claim that extra blood flowing to the brain in this position would help clear the mind. No such luck. In fact, he probably would have simply fallen asleep that way until his phone beeped impatiently in the pocket of his robe. He glanced up at it, carefully keeping balance on one arm as he used the other to grab the phone and open it in his inverted position. Of course it would be John.
The text, however, intrigued him. He had only read the morning paper and there was nothing particularly curious in that. Sherlock tossed the phone onto the sofa and reached for the coffee table with his free hand. Once he found the remote he quickly turned the telly to a news station. Reading the ticker at the bottom (or was it the top?) he saw the name of the clinic where John worked.
"--live from the clinic where a whole maternity ward of newborns suddenly fell ill and died under mysterious
( ... )
John rolled his eyes. Oh, of course, that's just like Sherlock, isn't it? He knew Sherlock wouldn't pick up if he called, but he could find time to send sassy text messages.
Tell him that yourself. I'm not part of this investigation. JW
There. That would tell him.
Still. John stepped around towards where Lestrade was talking to Sally Donovan. They both turned and looked at him at the same time.
"Oh, god," Sally said. "Is he here already?"
"He says you know where to find him," John replied.
Sherlock was already wrapping his scarf around his neck when his phone began to ring again. He was glad at least Lestrade knew when he was out of his depth
( ... )
When John saw Sherlock approach, he hopped up from where he'd been leaning against the wall. His patients were lining up, but Sarah had been good enough to take a few of them while he waited for the detective.
"Took your time, didn't you?" he said, good-naturedly. He had a feeling Sherlock had been waiting for that call the moment Lestrade made it.
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And then, of course, he saw DI Lestrade. Panic seized him.
In between patients, he pulled out his mobile. Text to Sherlock.
Have you heard about anything going on at the clinic? JW
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The text, however, intrigued him. He had only read the morning paper and there was nothing particularly curious in that. Sherlock tossed the phone onto the sofa and reached for the coffee table with his free hand. Once he found the remote he quickly turned the telly to a news station. Reading the ticker at the bottom (or was it the top?) he saw the name of the clinic where John worked.
"--live from the clinic where a whole maternity ward of newborns suddenly fell ill and died under mysterious ( ... )
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Tell him that yourself. I'm not part of this investigation. JW
There. That would tell him.
Still. John stepped around towards where Lestrade was talking to Sally Donovan. They both turned and looked at him at the same time.
"Oh, god," Sally said. "Is he here already?"
"He says you know where to find him," John replied.
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"Took your time, didn't you?" he said, good-naturedly. He had a feeling Sherlock had been waiting for that call the moment Lestrade made it.
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