"You got here too fast" "Like the picture you have in your hand" The bastard was still there or at least he was in a safe distance, that allow him to observe every single move John took.
- ¿Did he hurt you in any way Mrs. Hudson? John asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
- Oh no dear. Actually he was quite kind to me. I do believe I have seen him before, but I just can't remember where.
John reacted to the last part. -¿Seen him before?
Mrs. Hudson nodded. If she has seen him, then so has he, the voice didn't sound familiar. ¿Did it?
He was more than confused at the moment, so he decided to go upstairs, to think everything through. He said to Mrs. Hudson he didn't want to be disturbed, fortunately Mrs. Hudson didn't argue at all.
He meditated whether to call Mycroft or Lestrade.
Mycrotf will found out sooner or later. Lestrade would search after Sherlock but John surely knew it would take too long.
Finally he decided he wanted to get him alone. Not like some source of hero or like his duty as a former soldier, he wanted to get him because he couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching him and beside he didn't wanted Mycroft or Lestrade in the way when he kicked TH ass.
He looked at the piece of paper in his hand, he had left the picture somewhere in the floor, in his way in.
The paper contained numbers, some source of code, a date maybe. He didn't know. For a second he thought Sherlock could figure this out, he was about to call his name, when he remembered the victim this time was the detective himself.
He sat in his couch, let out a loud sigh and remembered why he had left Sherlock in the flat all alone.
- John we need to talk.
John made a sound, indicating he was listening, but continued reading the newspaper. Sherlock repeated.
- ¡John we need to talk!
- I'm listening Sherlock.
- No you're not.
Sherlock said as he pulled the newspaper out of John's hands. John pulled back into his seat.
- ¿What the hell Sherlock? I said I was listening.
Sherlock frowned and stare at John for quite the time, long enough for John to feel uncomfortable.
- ¿Sherlock? John said, trying to get Sherlock out of the trance he appeared to be.
- I need you to go for a while. Sherlock said now staring at the window.
- ¿When? ¿For how long? John was really confused.
- Now, would be preferable and regarding the "how long" part. I'll text when you're needed.
John was above confused, he was shocked. He didn't say a word, he only kept moving his lips trying to form the right question, one that Sherlock would answer without being sarcastic and actually telling the truth, but the only thing that came out was a simple "¿Why?" Sherlock didn't stop staring at the window.
- You don't need to know that John. It's best that you keep it that way.
John didn't know why he got so angry. He got up kicking the chair, grabbing his coat with such strength, he maid the whole floor shake.
- Oh please, do let me know, when the great Sherlock Holmes requires my assistance in any way. As always everyone lives to serve that great mind. John yelled as he walked down the stairs.
¿Why did he get so mad? He rested his forehead in his hands, regretting.
His body was numb, he couldn't think. He opened his laptop, trying to clear his head. Somehow he felt Sherlock wasn't in any danger but again, thinking that someone el se could touch him in ways he only fantasized made his head want to explode.
He entered his blog, seeing the pictures of Sherlock in his entries. They had begun to get quite popular. He read the comments in one of Sherlock pictures. Girls saying how attractive he is, John couldn't agree more. He smiled a bit, imagining the reaction of Sherlock to such comments.
His eyes widened a bit, a comment he haven't read, left just this day.
"The wonderful Sherlock Holmes, though I wonder. What if Sherlock was away and his blogger had to solve a case. ¿Could he really do it? TH"
"TH" John closed his eyes, clapping his hands to his face, opening his eyes suddenly.
- ¡Mrs. Hudson! ¿What happened after I left?
Mrs. Hudson ran upstairs, catching her breath.
- Oh my. Well, you left and Sherlock peek out the door as he was trying to talk to you, but instead he closed the door and said. "I'll have a visitor Mrs. Hudson. ¿Would you be kind enough to send him upstairs?" I said "I'm not your doorman dear, but just this once" I waited for his visitor. He was a young man, blue eyes I think kinda green, curl hair, long hands, beautiful cheek bones.
John was beginning to get bored, he was complementing the bastard who took Sherlock, she was practically in love.
- He was wearing a really gorgeous suit. Very kind as I said before, he went upstairs alone and I could see Sherlock opening the door. I think they knew each other, because they saluted in a very particular way. I've never seen Sherlock so… social.
Finally Mrs. Hudson stopped, John sighed in relief. He thanked Mrs. Hudson and return to the flat, to his laptop, he was wide awaken by now.
He unfolded the paper again, and something just clicked. He saw the first numbers, he look at the screen of the laptop, back to the paper, back to the screen and finally understand.
- ¡Date! ¡An entry date!