Happy Easter Holidays to everyone out there! :D

"Alright" John sighed satisfied while he shut down the computer. He had just booked a flight to Manhattan for the next weekend, feeling the ravenous need and unrestrained desire to head off as fast as possible.

The flight turned out to be smooth and comfortable. John napped and dozed off most of the time. The nocturnal incidents and disruptions due to Sherlock's mobile were clearly messing with him.

It was during the long and everlasting taxi drive however when John's peace was disrupted by the reception of his next puzzle piece...

*beep* and - voilà - like on cue the violin began to play the calm, soothing melody. Well, not that soothing for John pulled out the mobile rather anxiously, hastily stuffing his ear plugs into his ears. He didn't dare to hear the creepy sounds and the conversation loudly, definitely not while being in a cab.

Out of the ear plugs, came Sherlock's shallow, anxious breaths … followed by deafening silence.
Seconds passed by when John could Sherlock suddenly make out chuckling which got louder and louder until it ended in delighted laughter.

"What?" Moriarty's voice came up from afar but was drowned out by his enemy's giggling, being confident of victory. Typical Sherlock.

"What is it?" Moriarty was furious."What did I miss?"

"You're not going to do it." The detective stated as if it were a fact, his voice dripping with self-sufficiency. "So the killers can be called off, then – there's a recall code or a word or a number."
"I don't have to die ... ", his voice became sing-song, "... if I've got you."

" Oh!" Moriarty laughed in relieved delight. "You think you can make me stop the order? You think you can make me do that?"

"Yes. So do you."

"Sherlock, your big brother and all the King's horses couldn't make me do a thing I didn't want to."

"Yes, but I'm not my brother, remember? I am you – prepared to do anything; prepared to burn; prepared to do what ordinary people won't do. You want me to shake hands with you in hell? I shall not disappoint you."

"Naah. You talk big. Naah. You're ordinary. You're ordinary – you're on the side of the angels."

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them." Sherlock said sounding ominous.

"No, you're not. I see. You're not ordinary. No. You're me. You're me! Thank you!" Jim laughed.

"Sherlock Holmes. Thank you. Bless you." he suddenly sounded soft.

"As long as I'm alive, you can save your friends, you've got a way out. Well, good luck with that."

Suddenly a loud bang shrilled through the air and John almost pulled his ear bugs out by its disturbing noise.
A desperate cry out and noisy, rapid, shallowly, frantic breathing replaced the loud gunshot and his heart stopped again. He knew what was coming next.
Then the audio ended.

"CODE number/word" John murmured confusedly to himself.

"Sorry?" asked the cab driver, sounding just as confused.

Damn it! John had totally forgotten about his surroundings.
"Nothing" he answered, trying to mask his tension and puzzlement.

Apparently he had to look out for a significant word or number that might catch his eye. Was it supposed to be his ticket? The number of his plane? Or maybe the license plate number of the cab? He wondered, all the possibilities rushing through his mind, and then sighed at the next instant. It would take him some time and patience to figure it out, wouldn't it?
After all he wasn't good at puzzles – never had been.

"Here we go. Your hotel, sir." The cabbie slowed down and stopped in front of a huge building.

John had made sure that the hotel was placed close to the George Washington Bridge for that was the place he hoped held the next clue. It was the only string to hold onto that he had. If it was not going to work out the way he imagined – or rather wished - the whole travel to Manhattan had been of no use, literally a waste of time.

"Thank you" with that he left the taxi, took his baggage (it wasn't a lot, after all he didn't plan to stay long. He had a job, and hell, he had a life which consisted besides Sherlock)

John took in and evaluated everything. And by everything was not only meant his room number and the hotel phone number but also the opening hours, the road numbering, the exact time of his arrival as well as departure. In fact: Every single number that caught his eye.
He needed to be as rational, as observing as Sherlock. Unlike him he couldn't just deduce his friend's intentions. He needed to collect what he already knew.

Data:

1. Sherlock had obviously faked his death (the suspicion anyone else was playing tricks on him was minor, wasn't it?)

2. Sherlock wanted him to know.

3. Sherlock had faked his death to save Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson and him.

4. Sherlock is now trying to communicate with him through his old phone, leaving riddles and puzzles behind.

5. The riddles and puzzles apparently lead him to Sherlock and his hiding place.

Conclusion

1. He will try to find Sherlock (wherever the hell he might be).

2. He will try to react as calm and composed as possible, considering Sherlock's reasons and motives behind his action. He had faked his death by throwing himself off a huge building, leaving nothing behind but clues only John could figure out. It was extraordinary, but then again, has Sherlock ever been anything else?