#mina-theprofiler

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      Gray clouds seemed to roll into the sky faster than usual on the day John realised what had been happening. He had always been observant, liked to think he was always aware of what was going on around him. And he had felt that something had been off, sure. He’d had suspicions. But now he was certain. Someone was following him.

      The sky opened and it began to drizzle as he walked to nowhere in particular, forcing himself to keep a normal pace. The man -was it a man? It could just as well be a woman, the figure was so shrouded- had been tailing him for several blocks now. He'd noticed the same figure following close behind several days prior, and had kept tabs on them during his daily walks ever since. And, undeniably, the same covered figure -was it the same figure? Or was it a different person each day, all working toward the same cause?- had been following him. They kept a close distance, but never too close. John could tell that they were professional.

      His first thought had been government. Mycroft had sent for him in similar overtly mysterious ways many times before. But since Sherlock's funeral, he hadn't heard word from Mycroft or any of his accomplices. Besides, whenever Mycroft had sent for him in the past, it had always been immediate, and never lasted over the course of several days.

      It was impossible to tell how long these people had been watching John. He'd only noticed them a few days ago, but how long had they been at it before then? He hadn't exactly been in the best state of mind lately. It would have been easy to be so lost in his own head that he neglected to watch the world around him. Regardless of how long it had been, he knew that it was something, well, not good. He had a feeling, and his feelings were usually right on matters such as these.

      As the rain began to pick up, John quickly made his way off the sidewalk and found shelter under a nearby tree. He thought through his options, flipping through the possibilities and which would be the best way to handle this. If it was just the one person, John may be able to take them. But he knew it wouldn't just be the one. Surely there would be others around, others that he could not see. Yet he was in public, around other people, possible witnesses, so the likelihood of an ambush was unlikely. That possibility, however, was never zero.

      Fishing his mobile out of his pocket, he did the only thing he thought feasible. Was it foolish, bringing someone else into what could possibly be so dangerous? Perhaps. But he did it anyway. He knew he could trust her, knew she could handle herself. And he knew she could help.

      The line rang twice before a voice came through on the other end. He did his best to sound casual, unassuming.

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mina-theprofiler:

In her defense, Mina really did think twice about calling John before she did. However, she thought once, then twice, then had two more drinks and that landed her in the pool of questionable judgement that she was now floating in. It was late, but not too late. She figured John would likely be up because he often had as much trouble sleeping as she did; though their respective insomnias were for very different reasons.

After John answered and asked if she was alright, Mina sang-spoke the words back to him. They were song lyrics, after all. Not that John would know that. There was a 50/50 chance he’d be cross with her for calling at this hour, so she figured she’d try to be cheeky or cute at the top of the conversation to sway him. It did not seem to work.

“No, John…I mean, I may be a little drunk but the rest–that’s not why–ugh…” she started and stopped her words several times before letting out a sigh because he clearly was not charmed by her flirtation.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “I’m alright, everything is fine. I’m sorry for calling so late…” she said calmly. Of course she did miss him, for more reasons than one. She’d only seen him a handful of times since she came back to London, and needless to say it was not the reunion she was hoping for.

“Have you spoken to Sherlock recently?” she quickly asked, faking a reason to have been calling him.

      As soon as Mina mentioned Sherlock, John’s stomach became a twist of emotions. Tension, stress, irritation.

❝ No, Mina, I haven’t spoken to Sherlock recently, ❞ he answered with a sigh. ❝ Does he have something interesting to say, or are you just using that as an excuse about why you called me? ❞

      John was tired. Not physically tired; although his inability to sleep had really began to catch up to him. But he was exhausted from trying to juggle so many lives at once. Mina had returned to London and expected everything to be the way it had been before. That wasn’t possible. John had told her this. He had told her this time and time again, or at least it had felt like it. But as many times as he’d told Mina that, he had told himself the same, tenfold. He wished things could be like they were. He wished he could make things right again, keep everyone happy -or at least content, like he’d been able to before. But now was different. It was very different, and John did not know how to handle it.

      He wanted to hang up on Mina. It was the smartest solution, John could see that. But he couldn’t hurt Mina’s feelings like that, even if she were unlikely to remember any of the conversation in the morning. He also found himself unable to hang up because he did not want to hang up. As wise as he knew leaving Mina alone would be for everyone, he didn’t want to leave her alone. As many consequences as he knew this conversation may have, he didn’t want to avoid taking the risk.