John and Molly made their way down the long bright corridors to the café on the other side of the building; Molly was talking happily about a meal she had had with her family the Monday before. John listened yet his mind was always else where.
He clung onto Moran's file for dear life but talked nothing more of the subject, it was obvious that Molly didn't want to talk about it. Just like Mrs Hudson didn't, or Lestrade, or his own family.
So he didn't.
Molly choose a table for two nearest the salad bar, next to the wall-sized windows showing a good view of the car park.
They sat and Molly went to the corner to order their food, John's mind felt like it was floating; sleep. He needed sleep, but the only problem was that he didn't want it, he wanted to learn everything there is to know about Moran, just like he tried with Moriarty but the only way of learning those in's and out's was with help from Mycroft Holmes, now that he has it for Moran. Maybe he could stretch it for Jim's file-
John was caught in his train of thought by a long black car, gleaming in the little sun London had in-come to think of it, John wasn't entirely sure of the month.
The car was parked out of plain site, unfortunately for the driver it was in plain view of the café.
Unfortunately for Mycroft; John's sight.
Molly sat back down a short while after with a recipe and a number stamped onto a piece of scrap paper and two tea's
"So how's the search for work been going?" Molly asked, braking the thoughtful silence John had been indulged in.
"Work? Oh yeah, erm not bad, I got a part time job at the surgery and I help out in Mrs Hudson's shop from time to time"
"Good, good. Glad to hear it… Mycroft been on your case?" she asked, looking down at her tea, warming up her hands.
"Of course, he's never really off it though, is he?" John stated taking a glance at the black car.
A man was walking through the car park towards, a tall skinny man, wearing jeans, a cap over shaggy hair, short stubbly beard and a demin jacket. The man was talking to someone that was in the car before he had reached it. He took a look around the car park. Froze when he saw John's eyes on him. Then he got in the passenger seat of the car in a flash and the car was sent gliding down the road only seconds after.
John had the urge to get up, go out of the back doors and run after the car, follow it, watch it. But he knew full well where it was heading, and one guilty glace at the walking stick, leaning against the table and John's thoughts where shut off.
Just in time to, their food was here.
