this is entirely fictitious. all of the characters belong to Sir Arthur Canon Doyle and the BBC.
That blasted, thick headed arse! John Watson was furious! How could Sherlock do this to him again? Leaving without a good-bye was becoming a specialty of his, not even bothering to leave a note this time. John scoffed to himself. Ever since Sherlock had turned up again out of the blue, his life had returned to the usual hectic pace it was before the younger mans "death" three years before. But with Mary pregnant and ready to pop any day now, John had tried to lay off the high-risk, adrenaline filled cases, only going when it was absolutely necessary.
suddenly, John's phone lit up with Sherlock's name, and his ringtone filled the room.
"What? Are you finally going to tell me what the hell has kept you away for so long?" John asked Sherlock bitterly as a way of greeting.
" I'm sorry John. you know how i get when there is an interesting case. Most interesting one I've had in a while really." Replied the younger man, not bothered in the slightest with his friends mood. " I can't tell you about it now, as much as i may trust you. You never know who may be listening."
" Sherlock, just promise me that you're not being stupid, putting yourself in any unnecessary danger, and for god sake's, tell me that you are still clean..." John trailed off with a heavy sigh, slightly afraid of both answers.
There was a short pause before Sherlock answered. " John, I assure you that i am clean. i would not lesson my ability to protect my family, not at this crucial time. I'm going to be a godfather, to your child. Do you really I would want that small child around anyone that's high, or looking for a fix? How stupid do you think I am?" He finished his rant, a bit breathless.
John was shocked. He had no idea how strongly his best friend felt about his extended family, considering how he felt about his own flesh and blood.
" Look Sher, i'm sorry, okay? I was just really worried when you just up and left. You've done i to me before and I honestly hate it. Next time you have a case where you need to go away for some time, try to let me know, or at least write it in code and send it to Mary." John smiled when he mentioned his wife. " She'll know what to do, she's smart like that." He continued, the smile still on his face.
" I simply can't John, not with this case. It's too dangerous for you already. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you any more at the moment. I have to go- pressing matter that I can't ignore. Good-bye John, i'll try to contact you soon." Sherlock paused for a moment before adding- " John. Keep Mary close, don't let her out of your sight." -click-
The line went dead, leaving John confused, scared and strangely alone.