"We need to talk John. SH"
John was walking as he felt his phone vibrate, he knew who was sending him a text, but he didn't felt like reading it.
- ¿Oh what? ¿Am I allowed to go back now?
John sighed, and continued to walk down the street, distracted by the lights and cold London moist air, feeling it surfing across his neck, making a trembling chill run all the way down his spine.
"Now John. SH"
Again it vibrated and again he decided to ignore it, by now he was sitting in a bench in the park, stretching his legs, letting all of his body rest as like he was the only person there. He felt as he would soon fall asleep and probably would had done it if the phone hasn't vibrated again, once, twice and some five more.
- ¡For Christ sake Sherlock! ¿What do you want?
He screamed while angrily taking the phone out of his pocket and checked the now 12 messages all from the person he was trying to forget at the moment. A few people walking look at the scenario, but decided to not to even say something about it to their companions.
He started reading them, read the first one, the second one, etc. He stopped at the fifth.
- ¿What? Confused he whispered.
"You should have come, when he told you so. TH"
"He's really calm when he's sleeping or should I say, unconscious. TH"
"It's quite the pretty flat you've got here. TH"
"I'm in the mood for a game. ¿What do you say? TH"
"Hide and Seek sounds good. TH"
"Count to a hundred. TH"
"The prize, the delightful Sherlock Holmes. TH"
He finished reading the first text and jumped as fast as he could onto a taxi on his way to 221B Baker Street. His read the rest of them, feeling a knot in his stomach, anxious to get home to Sherlock, hoping it was all a sick joke.
Although deep inside him he knew he wasn't there. He ran up the stairs, ignoring Mrs. Hudson, opening the door, turning his eyes to the place he was sure Sherlock was, where he should be.
Instead he found the place all destroyed, as if a tornado just flew a few moments ago. His heart stopped for a bit, he felt the sudden need to run and search for him but he came across Mrs. Hudson, who stopped him.
She was holding a piece of paper, John didn't said a word and took it and saw a picture falling, he grab it in the air, will the reflex of a soldier.
- Sherlock… He whispered.
- Oh dear, I couldn't stop him from taking him. Mrs. Hudson started explaining
But he wasn't paying attention to her, excuses, nothing could care less. He look at the picture, it was one of Sherlock, unconscious with a clock beside him. John look at the hour and check his watch, the picture was taken no more than 5 minutes ago.
He still wanted to run as fast as he could, with the slight hope he might still catch the bastard who took Sherlock, but he knew it was useless.
His phone rang, he didn't hesitate to answer.
- ¿Hello?
- You didn't count to a hundred. You got here pretty fast.
John had to control himself not throwing his phone at the floor or crushing it with his hands, he took a deep breath and trying his best not to make his voice shiver, he said.
- ¿What do you want? ¿Where is Sherlock? Please, don't hurt him.
He didn't wanted to sound desperate, but as soon as he said the first question, he couldn't control himself.
- -Please, do relax, I won't hurt him, I believe I did told you what I wanted.
John sighed loudly. - ¿How do we do this?
-That's the spirit. It's not that complicated Doctor. It's Hide and Seek. I hide, you seek. Easy as that, if you find me, you get Sherlock back. If you take too long, well I might just have a bit of fun with him.
That last part, John's body got tense all of a sudden. He growled.
- ¿So what am I supposed to do? ¿Search all London for you?
- -Of course not. Anyway that would be too boring. I took my time to set this up, Your treasure map is the paper I left with the picture. I'm sure you'll figure it out.
John was sitting aside Mrs. Hudson listening to this "TH" trying to think in who might be.
- -Wait. John quickly said.
- ¿How will I know Sherlock is alright?
- -Oh that. I'll send you a text with a picture of him, with the clock, like the picture you have in your hand.
TH hung up.