Rachel Berry was doing her weekly online searching for new plays to be in. It was the summer after all, so she would have time off of NYADA to do a play. There were no plays in New York City to be in, so she did a quick international search. She knew she couldn't travel all over the globe, but maybe a convenient one would come up. Then she saw it. The perfect play to be in. Les Miserables, in the London West End. She could stay with her aunt, Molly Hooper, and spend the summer abroad. It was all falling into place: the summer of Rachel Berry's dreams.
"You can't go away, John, who is going to help me with my cases?" Sherlock cried, with anger and sadness.
"I am only going for the summer, why don't you take some time off?" replied John, trying to get Sherlock to remain calm.
"Fine. I will take a vacation at 221B." said Sherlock exasperated.
"Okay, good. I will still call you every night. I am just visiting family in Italy. Mrs. Hudson is always here to help if you need anything immediately." explained John.
Sherlock enwrapped John in a hug, his eyes tearful.
"You better call." Sherlock said seriously, looking directly into John's eyes.
"I'll call when I get there." John answered.
John took his suitcase and left 221B, with a sad gaze over the apartment he would not see for 2 months.