When Sherlock woke, and found himself alone in bed, he knew something was wrong.
He quickly got up, dressed and made his way around their small apartment looking for John. When he couldn't find him anywhere in their old home, he started to worry.
That worry turned into full blown panic when Sherlock noticed that John's coat and clothes were also missing.
The consulting detective checked the fridge to make sure that there was plenty of milk, eggs and other groceries. After a quick scout of the kitchen Sherlock came to the conclusion that John hadn't gone out shopping and today was his day off so where was he?...
Wait what was the date!?...
Sherlock sprinted back into his room, retrieving his phone and checking today's date...
It was meant to be the wedding today...
Oh dear god Mary! What had he done?...
Wait! Was John still going to marry her?
Sherlocks heart seemed to go silent at the thought.
His John, married to someone else?
It felt like someone had plunged their hands into his chest and stomach: ripping out his heart and making him feel nauseous in the same instant.
No that couldn't be, last night he said he would stay...
Sherlock quickly dialed Johns number and held the phone to his ear. He bit his lip in frustration when the phone rang out. He threw the phone on to the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. He felt so lost in that moment.
Lost without John.
He didn't know what to do. John was gone but he had no clue as to where he might have been. He didn't know were to begin to look for him! He couldn't go to the yard because he had no proof that John was in trouble (except his stomach knotting and knotting it's self).
There was a sudden ding from his phone, a text. John?! Sherlock jumped on to the bed and retrieved his phone. It was a text from Mary...
Sherlock was suddenly filled with a new fear. Did she know?
Sherlock had never been too fond of her, especially after she tried to take his John. However she was someone that, maybe, if there circumstances were different they could have been... Well not friends... But well... You get the idea.
After a moment of deliberation Sherlock derided to open the text
Tick Tock, Mister Holmes.
- CAM
Sherlock looked at the text for what felt like hours but he couldn't figure out what it meant, then it hit him:
John.
John was in danger, possibly Mary too seeing at it was her phone this Cam had used. He knew that he had to find John and fast but how?
Sherlocks mind went blank. All he could think about was John. John was in danger, he could be hurt! He could be killed!
He might already be dead! What would he do without his John?!
'I'd be lost without my blogger'
Okay Sherlock you can do this just think! He thought to himself shaking his head.
Who would know where he had gone? He doubted that John would have been able to tell anyone but someone must have seen him.
So who would have seen? He doubted any of his homeless network would know...
So who else has eyes and ears all over the city...
Sherlock let out a groan as he realized who he'd have to go to for... Help...
Mycroft.
AN: okay guys I hoped you's enjoyed that because I won't be updating again for a couple of weeks dew to the fact that next week I am sitting my first set of exams :/