This 221B is a kind of 'extra' chapter for my multi-fic KILLING GROUND - if you've not read it that's fine, I'd like you to but it isn't necessary to 'get' this story. For those of you who have read it, you may remember Mrs Hudson's thoughts on John's actions...

There was something in the air, in the tense atmosphere of 221B that told John that all was not right.

He had just finished updating Greg on the disposal of Marc Bank's specialist weaponry, and reviewing with him Mycroft's handling of the situation including the issuing of DA Notices to the press (true to his word, the Government man had protected both John's team and Greg's) and now all he wanted to do was sit in his comfy chair and have a decent cup of tea.

It wasn't going to happen.

Closing the front door quietly he moved towards the stairs, but he suddenly sensed that he wasn't alone.

"And where are you going, young man?"

John startled. Mrs Hudson didn't sound the least bit pleased.

"Um..."

"I promised myself I'd take you to task for keeping me in the dark about Sherlock's injuries."

John looked both stunned and contrite, hanging his head like a naughty schoolboy.

Stepping up beside him Mrs Hudson looked him straight in the eye.

"I understand that you wanted me safe, and that you were trying not to worry me," she said with a severity belied by the gleam in her eyes "But if you do that once more John Watson I'll take a frying pan to your head, and you'll only have yourself to blame!"