There was one person Sherlock could call, he thought as he scouted out the area outside his building for any sign of John. miss Adler. She'd know where to look for him. John knew what to do if he didn't want to be found. But chances are the people tracking him would be professionals. He got out his phone and dialled the only number in his call log.
It took three rings before she picked up
"hello handsome." came the husky voice down the phone, "what can I do for you?"
He could sense the smile in her voice, he knew she would be twiddling her hair as she spoke to him, but that knowledge didn't help now.
"John knows." he said.
There was a pause and Sherlock held his breath until, "how much does he know?" came tentatively down the phone.
"too much. He knows I'm alive but he thinks I'm sleeping with Molly."
"what?! How did that happen?"
"umm, not sure really. I was checking for bruises and he took it out of all proportion. Anyway that doesn't matter he knows. And now Moriarty's men will be after him. I need you Irene." he never called her Irene. He knew that would get to her.
"fine. What do you need?" he smiled and began to walk down the alley, telling her exactly what to do.
John got on the tube, no taxis would go to that part of town, and turned round. He looked across the platform. No one out of the ordinary, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He was still fuming. He kept his anger at the surface, if he didn't he would just break down and cry. And that would just be really awkward for everyone in the vicinity. A grown man crying on the tube would just be.. Eugh, his skin crawled at the thought of it. Everyone staring, not knowing whether to comfort or call the priory.
John looked at his watch, the seconds slowly ticking past and the stations seeming to crawl past despite the fact that it was probably the quickest way of getting around. John swung his arms trying to hide a feeling of nervousness and panic building in his stomach and then remembered that he was on a moving train and clung on to the pole. The lights suddenly flickered on and off, making him jump, and out the corner of his eye he saw a shadow pass across a wall. He coughed to clear his throat. No one else seemed to be ill at ease, he was being paranoid. But Sherlock's warning kept rising through his mind 'the moment you walk out that door you are in extreme danger'. But he had just said that to make him stay, hadn't he?
He was certain he had covered his tracks. He could not be followed when he really wanted to, and Sherlock was probably having a lovely time with Molly. His blood boiled at the conversation he overheard, if he hadn't burst in then they would of started doing things that 'friends' did not do.
The train finally stopped at Baker street and John got off. He still couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched as he walked up the steps to the surface.
A man that had been lurking in the shadows close the entrance slipped out of the darkness and followed him.