John woke up, lying in Sherlock's bed. The night before flooded into his senses and memory. After Sherlock said he loved him, everything had seemed to happen so fast. John closed his eyes and thought about it all. The kisses, the rush of adrenaline he had felt when Sherlock had touched him. It almost was too much for John to handle, but it was Sherlock. Despite everything, from his arrogance about his genius to the way it had felt when he had left him, John loved him. It was new to him, to feel this way about another man, but it seemed to make sense with Sherlock.
John turned over, hoping to find Sherlock. He hadn't felt any other warmth in the bed next to him, but he still had hoped. He found the bed empty as a part of him had thought it would be. Empty of a body, but there was still a note. He saw there was writing on one side, but when he turned it over there was different handwriting.
On one side, it looked like Sherlock's handwriting, unless it had changed since he had been gone. John, maybe I'll be back by the time you wake up. I cant imagine you waking up soon after our...activities last night. I've just gone off to see Mycroft and to maybe stop by to visit Miss Adler. There's no need to worry about my meeting with Mycroft; he's just asked to see me and to talk about some specifics. I should be back rather soon. I love you, SH.
John couldn't help but smile at the words I love you followed by his initials. He looked at the clock to find it was already 1:47 PM. The smile slid off his face. Depending on when Sherlock had left, it could still be only a little bit since he did leave. Deciding not to worry too much about it, John turned the note over.
On this side, the handwriting was different. It looked more urgently written, as if the person wrote it in a hurry despite the many words. Little John Watson, sleeping in the detective's bed. What a scandal. Can't say I'm not the tiniest bit jealous of you, he is rather attractive. Did you really think that I had gone for good? Silly rabbit. You should know by now that everything I do revolves around him. He and I are the same, you know? One on the side of angels, but only because of a few angels he knows. I think that a little more time with me can change him though. I took him away from you once before, I don't doubt that I can do it again. He's simply too fun for me to play with for me to let him go off with you so easily. I do love a good game, especially one where the stakes are so high. Don't take it personally, but you're too good for him. He needs someone like me, someone to keep him occupied. Come find him if you dare, but don't get caught in the web. Otherwise I won't let either of you go. JM.
John finished reading the note and grabbed anything he thought he would need as he ran out the door to get a hold of Lestrade and Mycroft.