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Think Sherlock. Think.
Sherlock had been sat in John's chair all night trying to think.
Nothing.
All Sherlock could think about was what Molly had done to John and whether he was still alive or not.
All he had come up with was that it had to be Molly helping Sarah. That much was obvious.
He had to get out. Do something. Not just sit around unable to come up with anything of value.
Sherlock stood and strode over to the door but before leaving he stopped. There was an envelope on the floor.
No writing on the front but clearly meant for him. Sherlock picked the note up from the floor and carefully peeled open the envelope. Inside contained a single scrap of paper saying:
'Sherlock, I'm sorry I lied. You were right. I wish I could tell you more.'
He crumpled up the note in his hand. What the fuck did that tell him that he didn't already know?
Sherlock didn't have a choice. He would have to ask the one person he promised himself he would never go to when in need.
Mycroft.
He started searching the flat. Tearing the books off the shelf and the paper off the desk.
Finally. After rummaging through the bin he found it.
'I will admit Mycroft. This is one of your better hiding places and if you would be so kind and to send a car or just come over yourself if you're not too busy with the Korean elections. I need to talk to you.'
And with the message sent to Mycroft he unplugged the camera and sat back down.
It was no less than 5 minutes until a black car pulled up outside 221b. Sherlock hadn't bothered getting because he could already hear the unmistakable sound of Mycroft's umbrella against the pavement.
'Hello Sherlock. How nice to hear from you.'
'Oh do shut up Mycroft. You no doubt know why I have asked you to come.' with all the pride he could muster Sherlock said 'Can you help me?'
Mycroft's lips twitched into a smile. 'At this moment I do not know where John is. I can find out but it might take a while, I have more important things to be dealing with right now.'
Sherlock stood in outrage ' I DON'T CARE if you have more important things to be getting on with. FIND JOHN.'
Mycroft peered down at his pocket watch and simply said 'now now Sherlock, what would father say if he saw you shouting at me? I'll try Sherlock, but I can't promise anything until Friday. Anyway, I must be off, you interrupted a meeting. Goodbye Sherlock.' and with this Mycroft turned on his geek and left.
Now all Sherlock could do it waiting. And with the thoughts going through his head this could be a very dangerous thing.