When it came to what to bring, most of what Sherlock knew was in his head, so mostly he had clothes and toiletries and his laptop, and a good selection of his favorite teas- he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to find anything in the Iranian desert.

The flight had been blissfully almost empty, Iran wasn't a big tourist attraction, so it was mostly citizens on their way home from their own travels.

He landed, grabbed his small carry-on, and headed out into the tiny airport terminal. He stopped in surprise when he saw John waiting. He had been told that a car would be there, but he hadn't expected John as well.

"Doctor Watson..." He said softly.