Part 2.

6 hours later

There was a loud bang from downstairs. They all turned to the door and waited.

"It's John" said Sherlock after a few seconds. He got up from the couch and went to open the door. There stood John in wet clothes.

"Oh.. hello" said the doctor. When he stepped into the room he halted. For a few seconds he just stared at Mycroft and Anathea and then turned to Sherlock.

"When I said 12 hours I meant it" he was angry "I didn't want you to call everybody. It was just what... 5 hours?"

"6 hours 14 minutes 32 seconds" said Sherlock.

"How do you know this number?" asked Mycroft. He showed the paper with the telephone number.

"And you even gave the number to your brother?" asked John "Sorry it's confidential" said the ex-soldier.

"You said that the last time we met with your soldier friend too" said Mycroft. John saw that Anathea has a photo in her hand.

"Where did you get that?" asked John.

"How do you know them?" asked Mycroft.

"What is it? 20 questions?" said John, he was getting angrier "you know what I have enough just call that number and ask him. I am going to take a shower" with that he wet upstairs to his room. The others just stood there.

"I don't think we should call it? Said Sherlock. Mycroft stared at him.
"And then how would you know where was your good doctor for six hours?" asked Mycroft already started to get his phone to make the call.

"I'm gonna ask him, and if he won't tell me then I will wait till he tell me" said Sherlock. He didn't want to break John's trust in him. Mycroft just shrugged his shoulder, he held the phone to his ear.

Sherlock left the living room and went to John's room. He knocked and then opened the door. John stood with his back to the door and the detective could see some bleeding scars crossing his back.

"You are injured" said Sherlock and went to help the doctor.

"You already finished asking questions?" snapped John. Sherlock saw that John was cleaning his arms there were some wound too.

"I didn't wait the call. I don't want to know it if you don't want me to know it" he got the clothes from John's hand and helped with the cleaning.

"That is... nice of you" said John. He was feeling guilty for snapping, but he had a hellish day.

"Sorry for... you know" Sherlock smiled. Then he looked John in the eyes.

"But I have one question: are you alright?"

"Yeah, just some minor injury so don't worry" said John. Sherlock finished cleaning his arms, so he started with his back. For a few minutes they were quiet. Then they heard the door and turned that way. There stood Mycroft his phone still in the hand.

"I just want to say sorry for my actions and we are leaving" said the elder brother. Neither John nor Sherlock Said anything as Mycroft and Anathea left their flat.

Sherlock looked at John and smiled.

"Chinese?"

"Yeah, I am starving"

THE END

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