Watson swallowed, stroking Holmes's skin gently. What it might mean that his chosen vocation meant so little to him that he would gladly cast it aside for Holmes was something he didn't like to think about, but there was only one answer he could possibly give. "I would like that," he said softly. "I only hope I can find a buyer soon."

It was not so busy a practice, nor a profitable one, and while that had suited Watson, not everyone would agree. It probably had potential, he had to admit that.

"I suppose the Yard will be losing my services as a police surgeon, as well."