John rubbed at the pain in his lower back absently while he sipped a cold cup of tea, he'd been going nonstop for 6 hours after the explosions. His phone went off occasionally and he always checked it hoping that it was Lyssa or Rosie, so far it had only been Sherlock with updates about the bombing. Six bombs had been planted at six different landmarks around London, The London Eye, St Pauls Cathedral, Kensington Palace, two in Hyde Park and one in Trafalgar Square. They weren't huge bombs but the loss of life was being totalled into the thousands and for sheer destruction they were well chosen targets though only one blast had been strong enough to damage underground infrastructure. One train had reported damage but no one aboard had been hurt beyond minor contusions.

Now six hours after the explosion the wounded were almost all handled, the dead were another matter and every hospital in London had more than their fair share of corpses to identify, Sherlock had told him the British government was considering reaching out to other countries for assistance in making the identifications otherwise it could very well take years. The Hospital Administrator saw him sipping his cold tea. "John, we've got it from here, go home."

John hesitated and the Administrator gave him a sympathetic look. "If Lyssa or Rosie turns up we'll call I promise but you need to sleep, it's going to be a bad week."

John had refused to think about Lyssa and Rosie being amongst the dead who were still being brought into the morgue, they were stacked on gurneys and the floor like fucking firewood and he couldn't stand the thought of his girls being dead. He took a quick detour down to the morgue and Molly looked up anxiously when she saw him. "I've checked all of them John, they aren't down here." She looked close to tears.

John patted her back. "It's ok Molly, we'll find them. How are you holding up?"

She took a shaky breath and looked around at the bodies covered with plastic sheeting from a nearby hardware store. "It's just so awful." She made a vague motion at the room at large.

"I know. You should go home, get some sleep." John's eyes felt gritty with exhaustion but he knew he wouldn't be sleeping at all either.

He left Molly and walked out of the hospital checking his phone, his battery was low but he had a new message from Sherlock. Back at home, need your help. SH

John looked around for a cab but with everything going as it was he knew he wouldn't be able to find one, a police car pulled up and Lestrade rolled down the window. "I'm supposed to take you home. We're leaving a patrol car with you two until things calm down a bit, all the cabs have been pulled off the street."

John slid into the car and belted in. Lestrade looked grey faced with exhaustion and worry. "How's Sherlock?" John asked.

"Manic. We've been to every bomb site and he was all over the place as usual. He's got access to everything, Mycroft showed up at the third scene and gave him a huge file, they got into some kind of row and then Mycroft was gone." Lestrade replied.

John could guess what they'd fought about. Sherlock wanted to go looking for Lyssa and Rosie and Mycroft had been his usual thick self. John didn't mind Mycroft and on a few occasions Lyssa had managed to put the insufferable git in his place but right now all he wanted was to hold them both close and know they were safe. "Did you pick them up on CCTV?"

Lestrade hesitated and John looked over at him sharply. "Greg?"

"CCTV was hacked." Lestrade said quietly. "We don't know how they got in, it's on an Intranet, totally separate system isolated from the internet to prevent hacking but the whole system went down. We tracked the girls from the School at 2:30pm to Cafe Barberry where they had lunch but at 3pm the whole system went down and we don't know where they are now."

John felt his stomach clench painfully. Cafe Barberry was where Lyssa and Rosie ate lunch every Thursday, sort of a mom and daughter date before Rosie and Sherlock had their lesson at St Barts. They could be anywhere in the twenty two blocks between the cafe and the Hospital, that was a huge amount of ground to cover. They pulled up to the flat and John got out feeling numb. He didn't even notice Lestrade pull away from the curb.

Lyssa coughed and fanned her face with with the dayplanner, the air was stuffy and hot in the subway car. She checked the time on her phone, she'd turned off all nonessential features to save on battery power and had done the same for Rosie's phone just in case. They had been down there for six hours and everyone was getting restless, there had already been two fist fights, three shouting matches and one woman had passed out. Lyssa had checked her over and figured it was probably just stress. They'd tried getting out of the car a handful of times but the doors were jammed probably due to structural buckling when more rock had fallen in on top of the car. She glanced at the windows wondering if they should try to break one just to let in some air but she vaguely remembered that the air might be contaminated from a broken gas line.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Rosie said softly and Lyssa felt her own stomach grumble.

"Yeah me too honey. We'll be ok."

"Stop telling her that!" A woman said hysterically. "We have been down here for six hours! What if they don't know we're down here? We're going to de down here!"

Lyssa stood up slowly hands up placatingly. "Ma'am please, you need to stay calm. This is London after all, there's a camera on every corner and in every tube station, they're going to notice when a whole car doesn't come out. They are probably already trying to dig us out but there's a lot of rock out there."

"Oh shut up! You're an American, what would you know?!" The woman screamed.

There was a murmur of assent and Lyssa felt the mood of the car getting ugly. A big man stood up. "We're gonna have to save ourselves. If we can't open the doors let's break a window."

"No wait! What if there's a broken gas line out there?" Lyssa said raising her voice. "We'll suffocate."

A hand struck her across the face and someone hit her in the gut knocking her down. She curled into a ball but no further blows came, instead she heard breaking glass and several rocks rattled into the cabin. She sat up trying to catch her breath and saw several of the men prying rocks out of the tightly packed mass, Rosie yelled something but they ignored her. "Mom! They're going to cause a rockslide, the only thing keeping the rocks out there is gravitational pressure."

Lyssa could hear stones shifting and fear flooded her. "Stop! Stop you're going to flood the cabin with rocks!"

"Shut it!" Someone snapped at her. "We're getting the fuck out of here!"

Lyssa heard a grinding noise and grabbing Rosie she pulled her further away from the broken window. She caught sight of their phones on the floor where they'd fallen out of her pocket, she started to go for them when she heard the tightly packed stones give way and she threw herself over Rosie as rocks and loose earth poured into the cabin covering the men directly in front of the broken window. She heard screaming and felt a handful of stones strike her back and shoulders. The rocks finally settled and she turned to look coughing as dust coated everything, the rocks and earth had poured into the cabin filing roughly half the space, anyone right in front of the window was crushed, a few others had taken her example and moved away from the windows. She heard the metal of the cabin groan as rock settled again and she turned to check on Rose whose face was milk pale, her large blue eyes looked even bigger in her dusty face.

"Mom?" She asked in a high terrified voice.

"We're ok honey. We're ok." She held Rosie close and closed her eyes. 'God please let us be ok.' She thought. 'Where are you Sherlock, John, please be ok, please come find us.'