This 221B is a birthday gift for the wonderful Ennui Enigma - and if you haven't read her stories I urge you to do so, not only is she a wonderful writer, she has been the inspiration behind many of the challenges I have undertaken. So EE, here's to you - with birthday wishes and thanks for your encouragement :)
Disclaimer: As ever I don't...I wish I did...am jealous of Moftiss :(
The clues were everywhere, and he had only to follow them to track down his quarry.
From the hospital where the man had last been seen, all indications pointed to the fact that he was holed up in a three storey house in central London and so that was where Sherlock headed.
In vexation he found the roads were determined to slow his chase, and the cab driver seemed to find every snarl up and traffic jam, making his journey unbearably frustrating.
They had almost reached their destination when the road became gridlocked. Leaning forward to peer through the windscreen he saw the echoes of flashing blue lights reflecting off the surrounding buildings.
"Looks like an accident mate." The driver said over his shoulder. "We could be here a while."
Sherlock growled, a scowl darkening his handsome features.
"I'll walk from here." Thrusting money at the cabbie he climbed out of the vehicle.
Taking a shortcut, he avoided the mass of pedestrians drawn to the accident like bees to a honeypot.
At last he reached his destination, and silently made quick work of opening the front door. Following the sounds of movement he stole carefully up to the first floor and walked through the door.
John met him in the hallway, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Welcome back."
