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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Johnlock
  Character:
      Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson, Mycroft_Holmes, Original_Characters_for_the
      purpose_of_casefic
  Additional Tags:
      Eventual_Johnlock, casefic, Slow_Build, Original_Character(s),
      Unfortunate_Circumstances, References_to_Past_Abusive_Relationships,
      Abusive_Relationship, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con,
      Threats, A_lot_of_bad_stuff_happens_to_this_poor_girl_okay?, Slight_Meta,
      Fangirls, Characters_Reading_Fanfiction, Characters_Writing_Fanfiction,
      strong_female_character, Seriously_this_girl_is_super_strong, references
      to_therapy, References_to_Depression, PTSD, Eventual_Happy_Ending, I
      swear, Well_mostly_happy, the_bad_guys_get_what_they_deserve, Holiday,
      Setting-USA
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-10 Chapters: 1/? Words: 576
****** Holiday- Part 1 ******
by ooh_look_a_unicorn
Summary
     John and Sherlock desperately need to get away from the press and the
     boring cases, and accidentally wind up taking a case in Minnesota.
Notes
     Welcome to the multi-chapter fic that has been brewing in the
     recesses of my mind for about a year now. Do not be fooled by the
     title; this is, indeed, a casefic. The first few chapters are
     extremely safe, and a bit boring. Sorry for that, but please do read
     on, there’s just a bit of set-up to get through. All posted warnings
     apply later. I will specify what warnings apply when. For now, the
     only warning I have is that this is entirely unbetaed. If you would
     like to beta/Brit-pick for me, PM me, comment, or head over to my
     tumblr. (ooh-look-a-unicorn.tumblr.com) Thank you!
     Disclaimer: I own nothing even somewhat resembling Sherlock or the
     BBC.
     Thanks for reading, my darlings!
     -Ren
John Watson was 750% done with the press, the cases, and the oppressive gaze of
Mycroft Holmes, if anyone had bothered to ask. Sherlock, on the other hand, was
about one-million percent bored. The press coverage had kept cases coming in,
of course, but nearly all of them could have been solved by John, even if he
never left the flat--in fact, several of them were.
 
He was ready to try anything, just to have a break from the boredom.
 
And so it happened.
 
Following a case--if it could even be considered one--that was resolved in
approximately ninety seconds (“Yes, your wife is cheating on you. With your
secretary.”...”No, the female one.”), Sherlock had returned to shooting the
wall.
 
“Would you stop that!” John shouted from the kitchen. “Mrs. Hudson is going to
have your hide!”
 
Another shot in reply.
 
John completely lost his mind. “You know what?” he began, returning with tea.
“I have an idea.”
 
He waited until Sherlock’s interest was sufficiently piqued that he answered.
 
“And what might your idea be?”
 
John smirked. “Let’s take a holiday.”
 
                                      ~*~
 
A moment’s hesitation, then, amazingly, the click of the safety, the ejection
of the magazine, the quick inspection of the chamber. “Alright.”
 
The next morning, John made a trip to the Diogenes Club to make arrangements
with Mycroft.
 
“Surely, Doctor, you weren’t planning on having Sherlock fly a public airline,”
the elder Holmes greeted him.
 
John pursed his lips, trying to reign in his irritation. “So you’ve bugged the
flat again, then?”
 
“Yes, though I believe Sherlock has been using it as something of a game to
relieve his boredom. One by one, the planted microphones have simply…” Mycroft
grimaced. “Disappeared.”
 
John chuckled.
 
“What’s funny about that, Doctor?”
 
“Nothing,” he laughed. “But I finally figured out what that was I found in the
blender yesterday.”
 
Mycroft rolled his eyes at length. “What did you have in mind for your little
holiday?”
 
John shrugged. “The states? Madagascar? The Bermuda Triangle? Really any place
where the press won’t swarm us the moment we step outdoors.” He sighed. “It was
an absolute jungle to get here!”
 
Mycroft nodded. “The states should do. You have something of a fan following
there, but certainly not such a large one that the press will pay you any
heed.”
 
“Alright, then, America it is. Preferably not a touristy location, and some
place that would keep Sherlock busy, I think.” John thought a moment. “Any
suggestions?”
 
Mycroft typed some things into his computer, then said, “You’ll fly into New
York Monday evening. The pilot will refuel, you will have an opportunity to
eat, and then you will fly to your destination, where a driver will take you to
your hotel. The driver will be available to you the entirety of your stay. Do
not hesitate to use his services.”
 
“Where, exactly, are we going, then?”
 
Mycroft smiled, which was a rather disturbing sight to John. “It’s a surprise,
Doctor.”
 
                                      ~*~
 
In a small town just outside of Minneapolis, Minnesota, Chloe Price sat at her
computer, typing away in a document titled “Johnlock One-shots.” She glanced
down at the clock in the corner of the screen, saved her document, and shut the
laptop before leaving her bedroom.
 
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you after the movie!” she called as she grabbed her
purse on her way out the door.
 
“Love you, sweetie!” Mrs. Price answered. “Be safe!”
 
Chloe smiled. “I will. Love you!”
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