Text, Context and Subtext Continued - Part 6 - Sherlock/Hawaii Five-0 crossover
Title: Text, Context and Sub-text Continued - 6/7
Author: shao_fu
Rating: PG-13 for language and some sexual references, nothing too explicit
Word Count: 2,876
Pairings: Danny/Steve; Sherlock/John; Danny/John friendship
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Slash; m/m sex; angst; h/c - major spoilers for Season 2 of Sherlock!
Spoilers: References to seasons 1 & 2 of H5O and Season 1 and 2 of Sherlock
Summary: Things get complicated
Notes: A sort of sequel to Text, Context and Sub-text
A massive jump forward in time to deal with the events of The Reichenbach Fall. I may get around to the other episodes at some point but this one just demanded to be written. I have assumed a time line and, as with the end of The Great Game, have written an ending which is probably far from the brilliance of Moffatt and Gatiss but will have to do until Sherlock returns for a third season!
Apologies this took a little longer than I had anticipated thanks to some problems at work. The final part should hopefully be up within the next couple of days.
Many thanks as always to the lovely sharpiesgal for the beta.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Back in Hawaii, the team had been making progress with the murder case, with one surprising result. They discovered a connection to Jenna Kaye and then they located Jenna. They were delighted to see her, especially Kono, and were eager to catch up. Jenna had news, too, which she chose to share only with Steve. Apparently, her fiancé, presumed dead nearly two years ago, had been found alive. That was the good news; the bad news was that he was a prisoner and the really bad news was where he was being held - North Korea. Jenna wanted Steve’s help to deliver a ransom payment, pleading with him to assist and Steve finally agreed to go with her. Just the two of them, no back up, a quick ‘in-and-out’: that was the plan.
If he had consulted Danny, which he carefully did not, Steve would have been made aware of the foolhardiness of his plan. As it was, he and Jenna made it as far as driving through the DMZ before they were apprehended. They were captured and imprisoned in an old bunker, unfortunately not by the North Korean army, which would have caused an international incident but might have led to their final release. Instead, they were caught by a mercenary group and Steve tried to negotiate with them. It was only when their leader finally made an appearance that he understood fully the predicament he was in.
Wo Fat was as treacherous as ever and poor Jenna paid the price of taking him at his word. Discovering that her fiancé was dead, she admitted to Steve that she had co-operated with Wo Fat on the understanding that she would be able to free her fiancé. She had betrayed Steve and been betrayed herself and, having confessed, she tried to help him. She made a call, hoping it would get through to Five-0, and managed to slip the metal pin she had retrieved from her fiancé to within his reach. It was her dying act and Steve added another life to the score against Wo Fat. How he was going to extract revenge was going to be a challenge, but Steve was determined. Tortured though he was, he hung on grimly and waited his chance to get free. He had no expectation of the cavalry riding to his rescue but was not deterred. By sheer force of will and some clever footwork, he managed to get free from his bonds. This was only the first step, of course; he now had to get past the armed guards, evade Wo Fat, get back through the DMZ and across the border into South Korea. He could barely stand.
~
Over the course of their relationship, John had learned not to ask Sherlock too many questions about his methods when it came to achieving the impossible. His more daring, and usually illegal, exploits made good reading, and John’s blog had benefitted from them, but he never revealed the details because he usually avoided finding out how Sherlock managed to pull them off. Mycroft’s name was never mentioned and Sherlock hated being beholden to him, but they each used the connection to their advantage if necessary. John had seen this at Baskerville and with Irene Adler but he had never fully appreciated the extent of Mycroft’s influence until he and Sherlock slipped into North Korea unchallenged. A quick stop at a non-descript house in an out of the way village and they were both armed and fully equipped, including a secure phone with a satellite uplink. There was also one vital piece of information; Wo Fat’s whereabouts.
John had plenty of time to think about all of this because he and Sherlock were currently staking out the bunker where Wo Fat was concealed. They had observed a great deal of interesting activity but John had not been prepared to see Jenna Kaye and Steve arrive under armed guard and looking the worse for wear. His instincts were to try and rescue them and Sherlock had to argue forcibly against it. They were outnumbered at least five to one and any precipitous action would only lead to Jenna and Steve being killed. John recognized the truth of this but could not sit idly by. Despite the possibility of detection, they scouted the area and took what steps they could to secure the perimeter so they wouldn’t be taken by surprise and looked for a safe vantage point. Sherlock managed to place a call to London to send a text to Mycroft and then they settled down to wait. It was, perhaps, unfortunate and definitely uncomfortable, that Sherlock had decided the safest vantage point was up a large tree.
John could not argue the logic of the choice but he and Sherlock were jammed tightly together in a very confined space amid dense vegetation. Sherlock was entirely focused on observation and John found himself in the rather odd position of being extremely close to the man he thought he had lost forever and being as good as invisible to him. The mixed emotions John felt were difficult to handle when they were in such a precarious situation. Sherlock had attempted to explain himself during their eighteen hour flight but had only succeeded in confusing the issue and befuddling John’s already dazed mind.
Sherlock had quite obviously faked his death in a dramatic fashion, enlisting the help of Molly Hooper. John found it hard to accept that Sherlock had trusted Molly more than he had John. Even explaining why he did what he did, to protect him and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson from Moriarty’s machinations, John was wounded to the core that Sherlock had not told him what was going on. The dramatic fake suicide had been to convince Moriarty’s hired assassins that Sherlock was, indeed, dead but John could not accept that Sherlock had set it up - set him up - without any attempt to ease the shock and pain he had felt.
He had listened patiently but with growing anger as Sherlock explained it all. He had said nothing at the time, knowing he had to think everything through before he talked to Sherlock about his actions and the aftermath. Sitting up a tree in a seriously dangerous situation was not exactly an appropriate venue in which to vent but John could feel the anger rising in his throat as Sherlock stared fixedly at the bunker through powerful binoculars. John’s fists balled involuntarily and he was struggling not to yell at the man who had caused him such misery and yet, at the same time, made him so happy. To say he was conflicted was a huge understatement. His breathing became ragged as he fought manfully with himself and then, just as he opened his mouth to whisper furiously, Sherlock dropped the binoculars and turned to face him. He laid a finger on John’s lips and shook his head, pointing downwards. John became aware of movement below them and subsided, his heart pounding with a mixture of adrenalin and the remains of his anger.
It was difficult to see who or what was below them and peering through the dense vegetation created a strange visual effect as the movement formed into camouflaged figures and then dissolved again. There was a group of armed men beneath them, working their way towards the bunker. Unfortunately, they chose to halt almost directly under the tree which concealed them and John failed to recognize any of them. He wondered with a sinking heart if it was more of Wo Fat’s men until he caught a glimpse of blond hair. He tugged Sherlock’s sleeve and mouthed ‘Danny’. Sherlock nodded his understanding. They needed to attract their attention without startling them and maybe getting shot for their trouble. Sherlock frowned as he puzzled over the dilemma and then inspiration struck. He typed rapidly on the phone and passed it to John to send the text to Danny, hoping John could remember his number:
SMcG and JK in bunker. Wo Fat arrived two hours ago. Keeping watch above. Be careful of quarter k perimeter - booby trapped to give warning of approach.
There was an agonizingly long delay and then Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone vibrated against his thigh. He was not expecting any calls or texts and hoped it wasn’t Gracie. He was stunned when he read the text and immediately looked upwards. There was nothing to see but he needed to pass on the information he had just received. He tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him and waved the phone at him. Danny never could figure out how the man did it but Joe White and Chin Ho came back to find out what was going on while the men melted into the underbrush. They had a quick, whispered conference and it was obvious Joe was not pleased. Danny sent a quick text back to the mysterious informant:
Thanks for the tip. Who are you? Why are you here? Danny Williams
Sherlock rolled his eyes when he read it and typed back:
Does it matter? You need to act quickly. There are 8-10 armed men, four on guard outside, rest inside. Blind spot at north-east corner of bunker.
Joe was not inclined to trust the information but a quick reconnaissance proved the information to be correct. There was a blind spot where they had been told to check and they had counted four guards outside. It seemed the mystery informant had good intelligence. Joe had a quick conference with his men and they were about to take up positions for an assault when they heard gunfire. The rough assault plan was immediately put into action and Sherlock was back to watching through the binoculars. It was a short, sharp battle and then Danny and Chin emerged with Steve staggering between them, one arm draped across each of their shoulders. He looked terrible and there was no sign of Jenna.
They beat a swift retreat and John made a move to leave his hiding place but, again, Sherlock restrained him. Wisely, as it turned out, because Wo Fat suddenly appeared and a pursuit was soon under way. John and Sherlock stayed where they were until all was quiet. John was pleased Steve had been rescued and was dumbfounded when Sherlock angrily exclaimed about the interference with his plan.
“Sherlock,” John pleaded, “see reason. We don’t know how Steve managed to be captured but you know as well as I do that Danny and the team were not going to sit on their hands and do nothing.”
“They blundered about like a bunch of amateurs and now I’ve missed my chance with Wo Fat,” Sherlock all but snarled. “He’ll go to ground and it could be years before I track him down again.”
John shook his head.
“He might very well go to ground but there is no chance that he is going to get away. Steve is determined to get him and I think we can leave it to him and the others. We need to go home to England.”
“I can’t,” Sherlock said immediately. “I can’t allow Wo Fat to have free rein with Moriarty’s network.”
“Yes, you can,” John said. “You’re just being stubborn. Wo Fat isn’t going to worry about the remnants of Moriarty’s organization, not with Moran in custody and singing like a canary. He’ll stay far away from it and, besides, he’s going to have his hands full with Five-0. They aren’t going to forget this in a hurry.”
Sherlock sighed heavily but he could see the sense in John’s argument.
“It’s most unsatisfactory,” he muttered and John knew he had won.
“I know,” he said soothingly, “but I, for one, am more than happy to get the hell away from here and head back to Baker Street. Any ideas on how we’re going to do that?”
“Of course,” Sherlock said, instantly diverted. “I have an exit strategy, John; how could you doubt it?”
“I don’t doubt it, Sherlock,” John said with a grin. “I just want to know what it is.”
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 1st July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: How are things?
Hi John,
It seems ages since you were here and we were hunting Sebastian Moran! Sorry I haven’t written before now but things got out of hand very quickly after you left. Steve and I were sorry to have missed your departure but I am still waiting for your email to explain about your visitor and why you took off so abruptly. But that can wait while I tell you what happened here.
Jenna Kaye turned up out of the blue and managed to persuade Steve to help her rescue her fiancé. Naturally, he took off without telling me anything and the next thing we know, Jenna sent a cryptic message indicating she and Steve were being held prisoner by Wo Fat in - wait for it - North fucking Korea! Rescuing Your Idiot Boyfriend 101 does not cover infiltrating a hostile country to find him, believe me. We’ll tell you the whole story at some point but it was quite an adventure. Cdr. Joe White and a SEAL team we had helped on a past case rallied round and the whole team took off and went to South Korea. From there we found a lunatic pilot with an ancient helicopter that Joe knew and rode to the rescue.
Actually, it’s easy to tell you those bits and find them humorous but the truth is, Wo Fat killed Jenna and tortured Steve. I want to tear that bastard apart with my bare hands! None of it was funny, really, and Steve was - I can’t even describe it, even now. He’s recuperating nicely now and I am waiting for him to be 100% and then I am going to KILL him for what he put me through! He must have taken ten years off my life expectancy with this latest escapade.
Okay, more of this later but, for now, what happened to you?
Danny
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 2nd July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Re: How are things?
Dear Danny,
Thank you for your email. It sounds like you have been having a somewhat traumatic time and I am sorry to hear the news about Jenna but so glad Steve is recovering.
I hated disappearing the way I did but my unexpected visitor not only appeared out of nowhere but apparently returned from the grave! I am still recovering from the shock of seeing him standing at the foot of the stairs in your house. We had our own adventure but he has forbidden me to mention his name or give any details until he has settled certain matters here in London. You know what I am talking about and I cannot describe how I feel right now. Part of me is blissfully happy and part of me is very much in your corner - I could KILL him for what he put me through! It is difficult to reconcile relief and anger and yet, here we are again, dealing with precisely the same emotions and for the same reasons. Perhaps we should run away to a desert island and leave them to their own devices? Nope, it would never work; they’d probably cause such havoc if we left them unsupervised for more than a few minutes that nowhere would be safe!
Seriously, I am incredibly glad that Steve and you survived and are still together and working things out. We will do the same - eventually - and then things will be back to normal. What am I saying? Normal is not the adjective to use to describe our relationships.
I await the rest of your tale with great interest and want to thank you again for being there for me at a time when I desperately needed your friendship.
John
~
From: smoothdog@gmail.com
Sent: 10th July
To: tocditw@tsod.com
Subject: Danny and John
Hey Sherlock - Danny and I figured out John’s email pretty quick and I can’t tell you how happy we are that you’re not dead. Well, I’m guessing that’s what Danny would say as he is currently not speaking to me - I think he’s really angry with me! How can I fix this if he won’t even have a conversation? All I can do is keep trying and keep apologising and wear him down eventually. Steve
From: tocditw@tsod.com
Sent: 11th July
To: smoothdog@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Danny and John
Thank you, Steven; it’s nice to know someone’s happy I’m not dead. I think John is but, like you, I can only deduce this as he refuses to discuss it. I think he is still angry with me. Not without justification, I know, but I wish he would forgive me. I need him to be the same John he always was and - he’s not, not yet.
I have just about completed my return to normal life and my reputation is again unblemished. John and I are naturally very happy you survived your experience even if you were not entirely unscathed. Be assured of my assistance at any time in your dealings with Wo Fat. We have more than one score to settle between us. Sherlock
~
Part 7
Author: shao_fu
Rating: PG-13 for language and some sexual references, nothing too explicit
Word Count: 2,876
Pairings: Danny/Steve; Sherlock/John; Danny/John friendship
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Slash; m/m sex; angst; h/c - major spoilers for Season 2 of Sherlock!
Spoilers: References to seasons 1 & 2 of H5O and Season 1 and 2 of Sherlock
Summary: Things get complicated
Notes: A sort of sequel to Text, Context and Sub-text
A massive jump forward in time to deal with the events of The Reichenbach Fall. I may get around to the other episodes at some point but this one just demanded to be written. I have assumed a time line and, as with the end of The Great Game, have written an ending which is probably far from the brilliance of Moffatt and Gatiss but will have to do until Sherlock returns for a third season!
Apologies this took a little longer than I had anticipated thanks to some problems at work. The final part should hopefully be up within the next couple of days.
Many thanks as always to the lovely sharpiesgal for the beta.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Back in Hawaii, the team had been making progress with the murder case, with one surprising result. They discovered a connection to Jenna Kaye and then they located Jenna. They were delighted to see her, especially Kono, and were eager to catch up. Jenna had news, too, which she chose to share only with Steve. Apparently, her fiancé, presumed dead nearly two years ago, had been found alive. That was the good news; the bad news was that he was a prisoner and the really bad news was where he was being held - North Korea. Jenna wanted Steve’s help to deliver a ransom payment, pleading with him to assist and Steve finally agreed to go with her. Just the two of them, no back up, a quick ‘in-and-out’: that was the plan.
If he had consulted Danny, which he carefully did not, Steve would have been made aware of the foolhardiness of his plan. As it was, he and Jenna made it as far as driving through the DMZ before they were apprehended. They were captured and imprisoned in an old bunker, unfortunately not by the North Korean army, which would have caused an international incident but might have led to their final release. Instead, they were caught by a mercenary group and Steve tried to negotiate with them. It was only when their leader finally made an appearance that he understood fully the predicament he was in.
Wo Fat was as treacherous as ever and poor Jenna paid the price of taking him at his word. Discovering that her fiancé was dead, she admitted to Steve that she had co-operated with Wo Fat on the understanding that she would be able to free her fiancé. She had betrayed Steve and been betrayed herself and, having confessed, she tried to help him. She made a call, hoping it would get through to Five-0, and managed to slip the metal pin she had retrieved from her fiancé to within his reach. It was her dying act and Steve added another life to the score against Wo Fat. How he was going to extract revenge was going to be a challenge, but Steve was determined. Tortured though he was, he hung on grimly and waited his chance to get free. He had no expectation of the cavalry riding to his rescue but was not deterred. By sheer force of will and some clever footwork, he managed to get free from his bonds. This was only the first step, of course; he now had to get past the armed guards, evade Wo Fat, get back through the DMZ and across the border into South Korea. He could barely stand.
~
Over the course of their relationship, John had learned not to ask Sherlock too many questions about his methods when it came to achieving the impossible. His more daring, and usually illegal, exploits made good reading, and John’s blog had benefitted from them, but he never revealed the details because he usually avoided finding out how Sherlock managed to pull them off. Mycroft’s name was never mentioned and Sherlock hated being beholden to him, but they each used the connection to their advantage if necessary. John had seen this at Baskerville and with Irene Adler but he had never fully appreciated the extent of Mycroft’s influence until he and Sherlock slipped into North Korea unchallenged. A quick stop at a non-descript house in an out of the way village and they were both armed and fully equipped, including a secure phone with a satellite uplink. There was also one vital piece of information; Wo Fat’s whereabouts.
John had plenty of time to think about all of this because he and Sherlock were currently staking out the bunker where Wo Fat was concealed. They had observed a great deal of interesting activity but John had not been prepared to see Jenna Kaye and Steve arrive under armed guard and looking the worse for wear. His instincts were to try and rescue them and Sherlock had to argue forcibly against it. They were outnumbered at least five to one and any precipitous action would only lead to Jenna and Steve being killed. John recognized the truth of this but could not sit idly by. Despite the possibility of detection, they scouted the area and took what steps they could to secure the perimeter so they wouldn’t be taken by surprise and looked for a safe vantage point. Sherlock managed to place a call to London to send a text to Mycroft and then they settled down to wait. It was, perhaps, unfortunate and definitely uncomfortable, that Sherlock had decided the safest vantage point was up a large tree.
John could not argue the logic of the choice but he and Sherlock were jammed tightly together in a very confined space amid dense vegetation. Sherlock was entirely focused on observation and John found himself in the rather odd position of being extremely close to the man he thought he had lost forever and being as good as invisible to him. The mixed emotions John felt were difficult to handle when they were in such a precarious situation. Sherlock had attempted to explain himself during their eighteen hour flight but had only succeeded in confusing the issue and befuddling John’s already dazed mind.
Sherlock had quite obviously faked his death in a dramatic fashion, enlisting the help of Molly Hooper. John found it hard to accept that Sherlock had trusted Molly more than he had John. Even explaining why he did what he did, to protect him and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson from Moriarty’s machinations, John was wounded to the core that Sherlock had not told him what was going on. The dramatic fake suicide had been to convince Moriarty’s hired assassins that Sherlock was, indeed, dead but John could not accept that Sherlock had set it up - set him up - without any attempt to ease the shock and pain he had felt.
He had listened patiently but with growing anger as Sherlock explained it all. He had said nothing at the time, knowing he had to think everything through before he talked to Sherlock about his actions and the aftermath. Sitting up a tree in a seriously dangerous situation was not exactly an appropriate venue in which to vent but John could feel the anger rising in his throat as Sherlock stared fixedly at the bunker through powerful binoculars. John’s fists balled involuntarily and he was struggling not to yell at the man who had caused him such misery and yet, at the same time, made him so happy. To say he was conflicted was a huge understatement. His breathing became ragged as he fought manfully with himself and then, just as he opened his mouth to whisper furiously, Sherlock dropped the binoculars and turned to face him. He laid a finger on John’s lips and shook his head, pointing downwards. John became aware of movement below them and subsided, his heart pounding with a mixture of adrenalin and the remains of his anger.
It was difficult to see who or what was below them and peering through the dense vegetation created a strange visual effect as the movement formed into camouflaged figures and then dissolved again. There was a group of armed men beneath them, working their way towards the bunker. Unfortunately, they chose to halt almost directly under the tree which concealed them and John failed to recognize any of them. He wondered with a sinking heart if it was more of Wo Fat’s men until he caught a glimpse of blond hair. He tugged Sherlock’s sleeve and mouthed ‘Danny’. Sherlock nodded his understanding. They needed to attract their attention without startling them and maybe getting shot for their trouble. Sherlock frowned as he puzzled over the dilemma and then inspiration struck. He typed rapidly on the phone and passed it to John to send the text to Danny, hoping John could remember his number:
SMcG and JK in bunker. Wo Fat arrived two hours ago. Keeping watch above. Be careful of quarter k perimeter - booby trapped to give warning of approach.
There was an agonizingly long delay and then Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone vibrated against his thigh. He was not expecting any calls or texts and hoped it wasn’t Gracie. He was stunned when he read the text and immediately looked upwards. There was nothing to see but he needed to pass on the information he had just received. He tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him and waved the phone at him. Danny never could figure out how the man did it but Joe White and Chin Ho came back to find out what was going on while the men melted into the underbrush. They had a quick, whispered conference and it was obvious Joe was not pleased. Danny sent a quick text back to the mysterious informant:
Thanks for the tip. Who are you? Why are you here? Danny Williams
Sherlock rolled his eyes when he read it and typed back:
Does it matter? You need to act quickly. There are 8-10 armed men, four on guard outside, rest inside. Blind spot at north-east corner of bunker.
Joe was not inclined to trust the information but a quick reconnaissance proved the information to be correct. There was a blind spot where they had been told to check and they had counted four guards outside. It seemed the mystery informant had good intelligence. Joe had a quick conference with his men and they were about to take up positions for an assault when they heard gunfire. The rough assault plan was immediately put into action and Sherlock was back to watching through the binoculars. It was a short, sharp battle and then Danny and Chin emerged with Steve staggering between them, one arm draped across each of their shoulders. He looked terrible and there was no sign of Jenna.
They beat a swift retreat and John made a move to leave his hiding place but, again, Sherlock restrained him. Wisely, as it turned out, because Wo Fat suddenly appeared and a pursuit was soon under way. John and Sherlock stayed where they were until all was quiet. John was pleased Steve had been rescued and was dumbfounded when Sherlock angrily exclaimed about the interference with his plan.
“Sherlock,” John pleaded, “see reason. We don’t know how Steve managed to be captured but you know as well as I do that Danny and the team were not going to sit on their hands and do nothing.”
“They blundered about like a bunch of amateurs and now I’ve missed my chance with Wo Fat,” Sherlock all but snarled. “He’ll go to ground and it could be years before I track him down again.”
John shook his head.
“He might very well go to ground but there is no chance that he is going to get away. Steve is determined to get him and I think we can leave it to him and the others. We need to go home to England.”
“I can’t,” Sherlock said immediately. “I can’t allow Wo Fat to have free rein with Moriarty’s network.”
“Yes, you can,” John said. “You’re just being stubborn. Wo Fat isn’t going to worry about the remnants of Moriarty’s organization, not with Moran in custody and singing like a canary. He’ll stay far away from it and, besides, he’s going to have his hands full with Five-0. They aren’t going to forget this in a hurry.”
Sherlock sighed heavily but he could see the sense in John’s argument.
“It’s most unsatisfactory,” he muttered and John knew he had won.
“I know,” he said soothingly, “but I, for one, am more than happy to get the hell away from here and head back to Baker Street. Any ideas on how we’re going to do that?”
“Of course,” Sherlock said, instantly diverted. “I have an exit strategy, John; how could you doubt it?”
“I don’t doubt it, Sherlock,” John said with a grin. “I just want to know what it is.”
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 1st July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: How are things?
Hi John,
It seems ages since you were here and we were hunting Sebastian Moran! Sorry I haven’t written before now but things got out of hand very quickly after you left. Steve and I were sorry to have missed your departure but I am still waiting for your email to explain about your visitor and why you took off so abruptly. But that can wait while I tell you what happened here.
Jenna Kaye turned up out of the blue and managed to persuade Steve to help her rescue her fiancé. Naturally, he took off without telling me anything and the next thing we know, Jenna sent a cryptic message indicating she and Steve were being held prisoner by Wo Fat in - wait for it - North fucking Korea! Rescuing Your Idiot Boyfriend 101 does not cover infiltrating a hostile country to find him, believe me. We’ll tell you the whole story at some point but it was quite an adventure. Cdr. Joe White and a SEAL team we had helped on a past case rallied round and the whole team took off and went to South Korea. From there we found a lunatic pilot with an ancient helicopter that Joe knew and rode to the rescue.
Actually, it’s easy to tell you those bits and find them humorous but the truth is, Wo Fat killed Jenna and tortured Steve. I want to tear that bastard apart with my bare hands! None of it was funny, really, and Steve was - I can’t even describe it, even now. He’s recuperating nicely now and I am waiting for him to be 100% and then I am going to KILL him for what he put me through! He must have taken ten years off my life expectancy with this latest escapade.
Okay, more of this later but, for now, what happened to you?
Danny
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 2nd July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Re: How are things?
Dear Danny,
Thank you for your email. It sounds like you have been having a somewhat traumatic time and I am sorry to hear the news about Jenna but so glad Steve is recovering.
I hated disappearing the way I did but my unexpected visitor not only appeared out of nowhere but apparently returned from the grave! I am still recovering from the shock of seeing him standing at the foot of the stairs in your house. We had our own adventure but he has forbidden me to mention his name or give any details until he has settled certain matters here in London. You know what I am talking about and I cannot describe how I feel right now. Part of me is blissfully happy and part of me is very much in your corner - I could KILL him for what he put me through! It is difficult to reconcile relief and anger and yet, here we are again, dealing with precisely the same emotions and for the same reasons. Perhaps we should run away to a desert island and leave them to their own devices? Nope, it would never work; they’d probably cause such havoc if we left them unsupervised for more than a few minutes that nowhere would be safe!
Seriously, I am incredibly glad that Steve and you survived and are still together and working things out. We will do the same - eventually - and then things will be back to normal. What am I saying? Normal is not the adjective to use to describe our relationships.
I await the rest of your tale with great interest and want to thank you again for being there for me at a time when I desperately needed your friendship.
John
~
From: smoothdog@gmail.com
Sent: 10th July
To: tocditw@tsod.com
Subject: Danny and John
Hey Sherlock - Danny and I figured out John’s email pretty quick and I can’t tell you how happy we are that you’re not dead. Well, I’m guessing that’s what Danny would say as he is currently not speaking to me - I think he’s really angry with me! How can I fix this if he won’t even have a conversation? All I can do is keep trying and keep apologising and wear him down eventually. Steve
From: tocditw@tsod.com
Sent: 11th July
To: smoothdog@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Danny and John
Thank you, Steven; it’s nice to know someone’s happy I’m not dead. I think John is but, like you, I can only deduce this as he refuses to discuss it. I think he is still angry with me. Not without justification, I know, but I wish he would forgive me. I need him to be the same John he always was and - he’s not, not yet.
I have just about completed my return to normal life and my reputation is again unblemished. John and I are naturally very happy you survived your experience even if you were not entirely unscathed. Be assured of my assistance at any time in your dealings with Wo Fat. We have more than one score to settle between us. Sherlock
~
Part 7