John sat stunned, still tied to a chair in the middle of Molly's kitchen, too disheartened to even try to cut himself loose. All he could think about was poor Molly, wondering what pains she would suffer for his loyalty to Sherlock. He jumped when he felt someone behind him, taking the knife from his hand.
"It's okay John. Only me." Sherlock said, putting the knife away and getting out a pair of scissors instead to cut the ties with. "I'm sorry I had to let that happen, it would have been worse for you and Molly if they'd known I was here" John let out a ragged sigh, slumping forward and burying his face in his now free hands. Sherlock moved to the wall by the window, peeking out. "They're gone, just one in a car over the road, watching the house." He moved away from the window.
"You were expecting that weren't you?" John asked wearily.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't suspect something of the sort when I saw their car outside. I could see they weren't looking for a fight, no weapons on them, could only mean they were here with a message. I wouldn't have let you come if I thought you were in danger John." Sherlock added in a sincere voice. John wasn't in the mood to be forgiving though.
"What about Molly?!" John shouted, suddenly on his feet and inches from Sherlock's face "What about the danger she's in? They're going to hurt her, Sherlock!"
"I know. But there's nothing we can do to protect her right now John, believe me, even if I came forward they wouldn't release her, she'd just be someone they could hurt me by killing. As long as they can't find me she stands a chance" Sherlock told him, a hint of frustration in his calculating tone, betraying his strong feelings over the matter. It dissolved John's anger somewhat, but the reality, that pain was the best they could hope for, for Molly, was harrowing. John turned away, fighting tears.
"What do we do Sherlock?" John gulped.
"Tonight you go home, get some rest and then tomorrow you're going to visit my grave. If Dimitri's last comment is anything to go by they'll be leaving something there for you. It won't be pleasant, but it could be the lead we need to find them." Sherlock instructed. John nodded regaining control of his emotions, schooling his features as the soldier in him was trained too. Sherlock gave him a nod, proud of his control, then walked away, coming back with two small items in his hand. He held one up for John to see. "Micro-surveillance camera, connects to the Wi-Fi. The same one I found in our flat before the fall, a gift from the assassins Moriarty sent after me to get the supposed 'key code' he left in our apartment. It's been reset, so they can't see us now. It should give me an idea of what you're seeing though, which is very important because you usually miss things. Put it here" Sherlock undid the top button of John's coat, pushing the camera though the buttonhole to conceal it and give it an unobscured view.
"Clever." John agreed, choosing to let the previous comment pass, as well as the fact he hadn't bothered asking permission before part-undressing John. It was Sherlock after all.
Sherlock held up the second item. "Bluetooth headset, so I can direct you. Don't put it in your ear and Don't talk back. Both will make it too obvious." He clipped it to John's collar, under where the coat concealed it. "That should be well hidden enough and still audible on full volume."
"Great, just what I needed, radio Sherlock" John added dryly.
Sherlock smiled at his comment, then went back into business mode. "One last thing. You won't be able to come back here until Molly is back, it'll be too suspicious."
"So I'm on my own from now on?" John asked, keeping his face straight despite his trepidation. He hadn't done so well without Sherlock before.
Sherlock tapped his collar where the headset was in place. "I'll be in touch"