Pairing: John Watson x (oc?) reader.
Synop: You are of military command at a military base in the US. when people start going missing and turning up dead, you call up your old lover friend John Watson for some help.
A/N: My first x John Watson story and I’m really excited about it! hope you guys are too!
“First Sergeant Cooper, we have an issue.”
Peeling away from your email, you make eye contact with the frightened soldier. “At ease, Private. What's the issue?”
Even with her shoulders relaxed, you can see the tremors in her hands. “Private second class Fisher has not shown up for drill for three days. Staff sergeant Williams suggests he’s missing.”
Standing from your chair, you walk in front of your desk and cross your arms. “Are we sure he’s missing?”
The soldier shuffles her feet. “We have checked every nook and cranny around base. We called her family to see if he'd returned home, but no dice. he’s the fifth person to go missing in the last three months.”
“I’m aware. This can’t get any—”
A mass of green flies into the room, almost knocking over the private in front of you. “First Sergeant Cooper, We… we have a major problem!” the specialist heaves.
“Oh for fucks sake, what is it now?”
He straightens his shoulders. “Private second class Bennett is dead.”
Your jaw ticks. “Details.”
“Found this morning under a pile of brush on the south and west side of base.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “South and west?”
The soldier gulps. “Coroner said bleeding out was the cause of death. She— she was cut to pisces… alive.”
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh. “Someone is investigating, right?”
Silence.
Your eyes snap open. “Right?”
“They gave up investigation. Said there was nothing to go off of.”
Straightening up, you round the corner of your desk to your laptop. You sigh at the open email and delete all that was written.
“Both of you, out of my office. I need to make a call to an old friend.”
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Right as John went to sit back down at his computer, a ringing could be heard from across the room. With a sigh, he glances at the unknown numbers before answering. Before he could say hello, your voice demanded his attention.
“Is this Harry?”
John pauses for a moment before answering. “Ah, actually no. This is her brother.”
An audible swallow is heard over the phone. “Is this… John?”
“Who might be asking?”
“You could say I’m an old friend of yours.”
“Oh god, how did you know this number?”
You chuckle. “Harry never was one to alter her routine ways. Though, I see quite a bit has changed.”
“Well, yes. It has. Um, why are you calling harry?”
“Well John, I was actually trying to get a hold of you. I need you.”
“Er…”
“Your help, John. I... I need your help.”
John shuffles his feet. “And since when does Miss America need my help?”
You sigh. “John, there are missing people and murders here at my military base. MPs have been giving up on cases because they say there's nothing to go off of. If you don’t want to help me, that’s fine. but can you at least help the people?”
As John opens his mouth to respond, Sherlock answers for him.
“No, no! I am not going to the USA for a case. I prefer more local crimes. American ones are too Boring.”
You smirk, “Ah, that's okay, you don't have to come if it means leaving your boyfriend behind.”
John grumbles into the phone. “We will be there. Just, just send me– he's not my boyfriend!”
If only he could see the beaming smile from your end of the phone. “Okay, sure. I’ll send the address.”
After a few moments of hushed arguing on the London side of the telephone, you clear your throat.
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The Real McHappy.
p.s.
Robot's work is never done.
Keep on Macht Arbeit Freier.
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