[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

"You can try newcomers." Morgan made a rare suggestion, "You have been a lecturer for a few months, taught them courses, and have a good understanding of the quality of the new batch of students. You can grab one before the person is assigned."

"Do you think it's fishing?" Isaac raised his forehead, "And, in your eyes, I'm so stupid, would I just let the resources in front of me go unused?"

"So, you did have this idea, and then gave up?" Morgan made an exaggerated expression, "Really? Are you really so picky?"

Isaac gave him a dead fish eye that he couldn't love.

"I don't want to be picky, but I don't want to rush to the doctor," Issac said. "I want an agent with medical skills, not someone who has just changed careers and hasn't kept up with the transition speed." People. The bureau attaches great importance to the newly established team, I hope to have a good start, and things like training new people can be done after a firm foothold.”

"That's why you haven't found a candidate yet." Morgan thought for a while, but finally shook his head and gave up. "I do know a few people who meet your requirements, but they have no possibility of changing jobs at all."

"If it really doesn't work, I can only give up temporarily." Isaac can't do anything about it, there is no other way.

"Don't be too pessimistic." Rossi listened for a while, and finally gave his opinion slowly, "You can look farther, don't just focus on this part of the bureau. Our neighbors are Marines, don't you have any other ideas?"

"Pry their military doctor here?" Isaac shuddered, "I don't want to be on their internal blacklist."

"You're exaggerating." Although Rossi said this, he didn't continue to persuade.

Although I didn't gain much in BAU, Isaac's mood was much more relaxed.There must be a way for the car to reach the front of the mountain. If it doesn't work, he will make a report and go up, so he can assign someone from above.

Well, Isaac admits, he hates the feeling of being passive.If he didn't have the right to choose people from the beginning, he wouldn't have any objections.But now, he obviously has this right, but he has to give it up because he can't find anyone. It really makes people feel heartbroken.

Heartbroken, Issac grasped the rules and regulations again, intending to change his thinking, to see if he could find a loophole that could be exploited.

Although the possibility is not great, but the dream is always there.

In the end, he really found one.

Foreign employment.

"I actually ignored this!" When Isaac saw this, he quickly remembered a precedent.It was another BAU team, and one of the team members was a former British sniper.He made a few more calls, and after confirming that the idea was feasible, he dialed a person's number.

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The man Isaac is interested in - John Watson - is dating a new girl.

It's too early to say he's over the pain of Sherlock's passing, but he's slowly accepting the reality and getting out of the mess he was in before.He found a new job and met a kind girl there.Coincidentally, the girl had a crush on him and expressed it.

John decided to give it a try.

This was their first date. After work, they ate a dinner for two and watched a Jane Austen-style love movie in the cinema. In the dark cinema, John did not refuse Mary's hand...

After the movie, they strolled along the Thames, and Mary told a joke, and John gave him a good laugh.Just as he laughed, his phone rang.

"Hey John, I hope I didn't disturb your rest." Isaac's voice came from the phone.

"No, it's still early." John looked at the sky subconsciously, well, it's not easy to see the stars in London, and even the moon is gone. "I mean, you didn't disturb my rest."

"How have you been recently?"

John stared at the phone with some puzzlement. In his impression, Isaac was not the kind of person who liked to chat with others, so: "Very well, I found a new job, and..." Before he finished speaking, he I heard an annoyed sigh on the phone, "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"I was thinking, if you don't have a job, I have a job that is very suitable for you." Isaac sighed, "I didn't expect that I was one step too late."

"It's a pity indeed." John said, a little curious, "What kind of job?"

"FBI agent," Isaac replied. "It's really, really good for you."

"Ha, you remember that I'm a retired military doctor from the British Empire?" John asked, wondering how Isaac would put such an obviously inappropriate job on himself.

"So what, to be honest, many law enforcement officers in the UK have studied in various places in the FBI, and nationality is not a problem." Issac said, "The main thing is that the job I am talking about has relatively high professional requirements. Both Understand the skills of a doctor, but also have keen observation and action. It’s like tailor-made for you.”

"…" Unexpectedly, John thought of Sherlock again.They worked so well together, and Sherlock made his days back in London more passionate than dead.Then Sherlock's gone, and he's back to where he was when he first came back from Afghanistan, or worse.And now, his life goes on.

Isaac on the other side of the phone didn't care about John's silence, "But it's a good thing that you can pick yourself up again. I miss the John Watson I saw for the first time so much."

John was thinking of Sherlock following him all the way to the airport just because he decided to pick up a netizen instead of staying with him, throwing a tantrum.After a few absent-minded chats with Isaac, John hung up the phone.

"Is it your friend?" Mary looked at John curiously.

"Yes, a friend." John was a little absent-minded, "It's getting late, may I take you home?"

Mary didn't refuse. He could see that John had something on his mind because of the phone call he just received. At this moment, what she needed was a considerate girlfriend.Downstairs in the apartment where Mary lived, John refused Mary's proposal to invite him upstairs for coffee, but after watching Mary go upstairs, he walked on the street in a daze for a while, and then called a passing taxi , Before the brain reacted, he said the address, "Baker Street, 221B."

However, when the taxi got there, John just stood at the door, showing no intention of going in, and he didn't even know why he was here again.

Obviously, after Sherlock's funeral, he never set foot here again.

As a single, elderly lady, Mrs. Hudson had sat through one episode of a soap opera to her heart's content, and it was getting late and she was going to take a break.However, when she was about to close the curtains and go to sleep, she found a person standing at the door downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback at first, but she is not an ordinary old lady, she is an old lady who can be Sherlock's landlord without being given a heart attack by him, so instead of panicking, she observed for a while, and then She rushed downstairs at a speed that didn't match the hip bone she always claimed to be injured, and opened the door.

"Oh, John!" Mrs. Hudson looked at John a little excitedly, "Did you not bring the keys? Don't stand outside, it's so cold, it's already started to snow."

Upstairs, nothing has changed where Sherlock and John used to live, as if these two young lads still live here.

"You haven't been here for a long time. I really miss when you were still living here." Mrs. Hudson brought a snack and put it on the table in front of John. That's not bad, it's not like now, where the only silence is the sound of commercials on TV."

"Didn't you rent this place out?" John found out when he went upstairs just now, and this discovery made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm not short of that rent," said Mrs. Hudson. "I'm really worried that if something changes here, you won't come back, my boy."

John looked around uncomfortably, "Actually, there is still a little change."

"Where?" Mrs. Hudson objected.

"It's so neat," John said. "This would never be the scene if Sherlock was around."

"That little rascal, he's always full of energy and destructive desire." Mrs. Hudson said in a nostalgic tone, "When will you move back? You still have a lot of things here."

"I..." John opened his mouth, facing Mrs. Hudson's expectant face, he couldn't say no to it.He wanted to say that he didn't want to be in a place that smelled of SHerlock, and he wanted to say that he didn't come back because of nostalgia, but because of some feelings that he couldn't even express.

However, Mrs. Hudson already knew his answer from the look on her face.

"It doesn't matter if you don't come back to live. It's okay to come and see me when you have time." Mrs. Hudson said understandingly, "I guess, you must have some troubles. SHerlock is not here, you can talk to me."

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The next day, before Isaac woke up and started worrying about the new members, John's call came. Isaac calculated the time difference and found that John was only there at three o'clock in the morning.

"Hey John, what's wrong?" Isaac asked.

"About the job you mentioned..." John paused, "What are the requirements?"

Isaac recounted the request, and then asked belatedly: "Do you have any candidates to recommend?"

"It's me." John's voice was calm.

"But don't you have a new job?" Isaac couldn't understand why John changed his mind overnight.

"Maybe it's a curse, I don't last long at every job." John didn't intend to share his mental journey with Isaac, "What do I need to prepare here?"

In fact, John doesn't need to prepare anything, and the British government will naturally do everything for him.

"Congratulations, you've found a new purpose in life, John." Mycroft twirled his black umbrella, the FBI was a good place, and although the people there were a little stupid, that wasn't a problem.

He couldn't wait to see Sherlock's face when he came back and found John running beside someone else.

He couldn't wait for that guy to be on the wrong side of Sherlock.

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In another distant land, someone thought to be dead sneezed.

He couldn't help shrinking his neck, trying to surround his somewhat elongated face with the turned up collar of his coat.

The weather in Tokyo in February is a little bit bad.