a/n: hi! so this is chapter two, i hope you guys like it!

disclaimer: i don't own sherlock or there would've been a season three (and four and maybe five) already ;p, it's one thirty am so i'm sorry if there are a few mistakes, please let me know

The next day John was awoken by a loud bang. He jumped up and looked around frantically. He saw Gladstone lifting his head at its owners peculiar behavior but didn't seem to have noticed the sound. It must've been a nightmare. 'Another one' he murmured under his breath. just as he realized this he spotted miss Hudson who appeared to be making a phonecall. He got up and put on a loose grey shirt and a pair of pants, he walked towards the door, which was open, he heard miss Hudson mumble something. Something that appeared to be his name but he couldn't quite make it out seeing as she was speaking quietly and rushed as if the conversation wasn't to be heard. He frowned.

'Miss Hudson?' for a moment she froze but she turned around quickly, mumbling something about having to hang up now. 'Everything okay?' he continued, the look on his face conspicuous. Something was going on and he obviously couldn't know about it.

'Oh, uhm. Yes, of course, John. Why would something be wrong?' she replied nervously, her hands fumbling with the hemline of her cardigan.

'Who were you talking to? I uh- I overheard my name?' at this, she froze again. She looked around frantically, still nervous.

'I uh, I was just talking to your psychiatrist. She, uh, she called this morning.' John didn't believe her, the reply was rushed, cold, she hadn't looked him in the eyes. He was starting to get worried, what was going on? He wanted to know but he didn't confront her, if she was hiding something from him it was probably really important, maybe even dangerous. He'd have to figure it out himself, he didn't want to put her at risk. He walked past her and grabbed his coat.

'C'mon Gladstone, we're going out.' He walked out the door with one last look at miss Hudson's face, she appeared to be- sorry? Sad? Was she sad for lying to him? Or was there more behind it. John didn't know what to do, he'd find out, he promised himself. It's just that he had no clue of where to start. And that had been the first in the past two and a half years he'd found himself thinking it, I wish Sherlock was here. He looked down at Gladstone who was happily following him as if nothing was going on.

What he didn't know was that as soon as he closed the door the phone rang and a relieved miss Hudson answered it.

'Sherlock? Yeah, yes he's gone. No, I don't think he knows. Sherlock are you sure about this? Just-…, be careful, okay?'

'so, where do you wanna start boy?' as if understanding the question the dog ran off, sniffed every tree and seemed to follow a trace. Weird he thought to himself, but he followed. Gladstone stopped every once in a while for John to catch up. After a few minutes they reached the park. John sighed, of course, it's a dog why wouldn't he? Gladstone was waiting for him again, john was tired, he wasn't in the mood for this.

'yeah, yeah sure you can go.' He waved the dog of, knowing it'd come back. He looked around and sighed. Gladstone made his way through the park, sniffing trees and wagging its tail. He kept following the invisible trail until he stumbled upon a bench. The trail seemed to stop. The dog lifted his head and looked around. Something seemed to catch its eye. He walked towards it curiously. He sniffed it and immediately picked it up and ran back to his owner, happy with his catch.

John spotted the dog running towards him. He noticed there was something in its mouth. Something that appeared to be- a wig? How the heck did he found that?

'Molly?' Sherlock walked into the room tying a scarf around his neck. 'I'm going out!'

'Where are you going?' she replied while putting on some goggles and turning towards the microscope.

'Oh, just-… out.' Molly sighed and took the goggles off again.

'Sherlock, this is dangerous! You can't just go out whenever you want to. And where's your wig?'

'I got rid of it, it was extremely counter-productive.'

'And by that you mean what? It itched a bit?'

'It did indeed actually.' Sherlock walked out of the room without another word leaving molly to her work.

'At least be careful!'

'Aren't I always, Molly?' Sherlock replied sarcastically while opening the door and walking out the morgue at a fast pace. as soon as he left the building he hailed a cab. He got in and was greeted by the cabbie.

'Where to go, sir?' the smile of the mysterious man went unnoticed.

'Oh, uh… 221b Bakerstreet, but make a detour, I need some time to think things over.'

The man nodded and started the car, the drive was spent in a comfortable silence. It felt as if the men had met before and had known each other their entire life.

'We're here, sir.' The man smirked but once again Sherlock didn't notice. 'do you want me to ride another round?'

'uhm, no. I'll manage.'

Sherlock got out of the car and noticed it was dark already.

'Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.' Sherlock turned around to face the cabbie, shocked as he didn't remember telling the man his name. The cab had already left but he didn't need a face to know who that voice belonged to. He'd recognize it anywhere. Molly had been right. This was dangerous. Really dangerous. Sherlock banned the thought from his mind, it couldn't. It just couldn't have been him. He turned around and faced the door.

221b Bakerstreet, It'd been three years.

A little smile crept on his face. The smile soon turned into a worried and nervous look as he rang the doorbell.

a/n: and what'd you think? who's the shady cabdriver? how's john going to react when he finds out about all of this? so yeah, leave me a review, it means the world to me! x