John was sat up in bed in the hospital room that he had now occupied for a couple of days. Jim Moriarty was still babbling away beside him. He'd been sat there the whole time from what John could tell. John felt much more alert and stronger now but not a single memory from before he woke up in that room had come back to him. The doctor had told him these things take time and in some cases the memories never come back. He hoped that wasn't the case with him. It was great listening to Jim tell his stories. If he were to be believed John had made a pretty good army doctor during his time as Captain with the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers. But John still longed to fill in the blanks, to know for sure who he was and what his life had been like.

Still for now Jim was a great substitute. John could see why he had become friends with this man. He was obviously clever and observant but he was also charming, friendly and genuinely seemed to care for John. He looked over at Jim and couldn't help but smile. Moriarty looked at him curiously "What?" he asked

"Nothing" replied John "Just thinking how lucky I am that you are here to help me with this. I don't know what I'd do without you to tell me everything I need to know."

Moriarty beamed "Hey it's what friends are for"

The door opened and John's doctor walked in. "How you feeling?" he asked.

"OK I guess" replied John "Not so tired now but still no memories at all" he sighed and looked a little sad.

"Well like I said before it takes time. It is possible your memories may never come back but in most cases they do. But I have some news which might make you feel happier. We are going to discharge you in the morning. You will still need to get plenty of rest but staying here is not going to help you and familiar surroundings could be just what you need."

"Really?" John asked. He wanted to get out of the hospital but part of him was worried and a little bit scared. He didn't know where home was or what it was like. He knew Jim was his friend and he quite liked him but it still felt like he was moving in with a stranger.

"Everything will be fine John" Moriarty said reassuringly "I know it must feel a bit odd but I'll take care of you I promise. And as the doctor said it might just help your memory come back."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he sighed "I can't stay here forever anyway can I?"

"That's settled then" said the doctor "One last check up in the morning and then you can go home." He smiled and left the room.

Moriarty looked at John "That's great news isn't it?" John nodded he was still a little shocked.

"Hey, you'll be fine." continued Moriarty. "I shall head home now then but I'll be back first thing in the morning with the stuff you'll need to go home. You'll be OK won't you?"

"Yes." John smiled.

"OK then" Moriarty put his hand on John's arm "Get some rest." he added before he left the room.

As Moriarty walked down the corridor the doctor came up to him. He held out a bottle for Moriarty to take. "You'll need to make sure he gets dosed with this morning and night to keep any strong memories subdued. Have you planned how you're going to do it?" he asked.

"Oh that's easy" Moriarty smiled wickedly "I'm his best friend after all. I will take good care of him, wait on him and serve him cups of tea."

"Good. Make sure the tea's strong and he won't taste it." the doctor nodded.

"Well, I've gotta go" Moriarty continued as he walked away throwing and catching the bottle he'd been handed "I need to make sure everything is ready for John when he gets home."

Greg Lestrade stood outside 221b Baker Street and sighed. He knocked and waited. A lady opened the door "Any news?" she asked desperately.

Greg shook his head sadly "Sorry Mrs Hudson I wish there was. How's Sherlock?"

"Not good" she sighed "He's lost without John. I'm really worried about him."

Greg nodded, patted the woman reassuringly on her shoulder and then headed up the stairs.

John Watson had left Baker Street 3 days ago and no one had seen him since. Lestrade had his people searching everywhere. They'd tried hospitals, morgues and anywhere else they could think of but it was as if he'd just vanished.

As Greg pushed open the door to the living room he saw Sherlock sitting, staring into space. He had a look on his face like Greg had never seen before, he looked sad and lonely. "You OK?" Greg asked. The words made Sherlock jump. "Sorry" Greg gave a half hearted smile "Didn't mean to startle you."

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock snapped "Have you found John yet?"

"No" Greg had to admit "But we're still looking. We won't give up Sherlock, we will find him."

Sherlock stood up and started pacing in frustration "Where are you John?" he muttered "What's happened to you?" He then turned back towards Lestrade "John's phone, did you get anything from it?"

Greg shook his head. "We traced it to a couple of streets away. We've had forensics look at it but it's wiped clean. There was no sign of John where we found it either."

"I want it." Sherlock demanded "John's phone, I want you to get it for me. I need to keep it safe for him."

Greg could see the desperation in his face. "I'll see what I can do." he said "Sherlock you really have no idea where John could be?" He knew it was a stupid question but he had to ask. He didn't want Sherlock working on this alone. He'd already lost one friend the last thing he wanted to do was lose another.

Sherlock scowled "Of course I don't. Do you think I'd be sitting here if I did? I keep waiting to hear from him but there's nothing. Even my homeless network have come up blank. Where could he be? Please help me find him?"

"Oh Sherlock you know I will. Just promise me that if you hear anything you will tell me and you won't disappear off alone? It won't help if anything happens to you, you know that right?"

Sherlock just grunted. Greg sighed "I miss him too you know." he said. Sherlock looked up and noticed the sad look in Lestrade's eyes. He didn't know what to say. Dealing with people's feelings was John's department not his.

"I promise" was all he could think of.

"What?"

"I promise I'll let you know if I hear anything." Sherlock told him.

"Thank you. Look I'll call in tomorrow and update you." Greg turned to leave. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and added "and I'll bring John's phone."