Drowning

Where is he?

This is following John when he gets back to the flat.

Thanks for reading, please, please, please give me criticism, I am begging you. But in all honesty thank you for reading this.
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John's heart pounded as he walked up towards 221b Baker Street. He was concentrating so much on what he was going to say to Sherlock that he walked straight into a tall rather intimating man.

"Sorry" John hurriedly said as he stumbled a couple of steps back.

"It's ok" the man replied in a deep Russian accent "um.. do you know where vateerloo bridge is?"

"Err Waterloo Bridge, yeah. Keep going down that way" John pointed down the road "then take a left, you should see signs a little way down and they will take you there" John offered a smile to the man as he held up a black gloved hand with yellow silicone dots on the palm in thanks and got into his black van and drove away.

John turned and looked up at 221b Baker Street, his heart was thumping in his chest. 'Come on, you have to do it at some point, no point in putting it off.'  John thought to himself as he unlocked the door .

John walked up the stairs slowly, listening for Sherlock's deep voice or any experiments he may be conducting.

Nothing.

"He is probably in his mind palace" John though hopefully.

He carefully opened the door to their flat. "Um... Sherlock" John said hesitantly as the door swung open.

No response.

"Sherlock" John repeated again "can we talk?"

No response.

"Look Sherlock, I'm sorry ok, I didn't think and, I was an idiot. Can we just talk?" he called louder this time.

No response.

John closed the door with a sigh, he noted that Sherlock's coat and scarf was still hanging on the back of the door. 'he hasn't gone out, which means he is ignoring me.' he thought letting out a breath of air which he didn't realise he was holding.

"Sherlock, I know you can hear me" John called even louder this time. "Please, just come out and let's talk"

No answer

John began to look around the small flat, no sign of Sherlock.  Once he had looked in all the rooms he pulled out his phone and texted "I'm sorry. Can we talk? Where are you??" He taped the send button.

*PING*

John looked up from his phone and quickly walked into the kitchen. Sherlock's phone lay on the kitchen counter next to John's favourite mug

Johns mind raced  'Sherlock never leaves his phone and his coat is still here, why would he use my mug? Unless... Oh no.' he gasped and rushed to the door.

He opened it quickly and looked at the lock, there were scratches all around the key hole, clear signs that someone had picked the lock.

Panic began to rise in Johns chest. Had someone had taken Sherlock? He stood up quickly, but something caught his eye, John bent down again and stared in horror at a small yellow silicone dot.

John jumped up immediately and thundered down the stairs, not even bothering to grab his jacket.

He exited the flat at full tilt, leaping down the 3 steps. To Johns immense relief a cab pulled up as soon as he thrust out his arm, he would have been surprised but all he could feel was panic.

"Where too?" The cabbie asked, craning his head back to look at John, a good natured smile playing on his young face.

"Waterloo Bridge" John said breathlessly "as quick as you can"

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Another chapter done.

What's going to happen next? Is Sherlock safe? Who was the man in the van? What a cliff hanger =D

This is so much fun please remember to comment.