"Right, he has three known boltholes." Greg told us, as we rushed down the hospital stairs.
"That's a good start," John said. "Where are they?"
"One room on the top floor of a pizza takeaway place - not specific, so we'll have to check all of 'em - the janitor's cupboard on the second floor of John Lewis - the one on Oxford Street that's lit up at Christmas - and the basement of the house across from 221b." Greg read out from a text.
"Great, so we'll split up, take one place each," I suggested. "And if we can't find him in any of those places, Mycroft probably knows a few more."
John nodded.
"Okay, I'll take Covent Garden." Greg announced.
"I'll take John Lewis," I said, turning to John. "You have Baker Street."
We went out into the hospital car park.
"Where are we going to meet up?" John asked.
"If none of us find him, me and Greg will go to The Diogenes Club to find Mycroft," I told him and Greg. "If we do, the person who finds him will either bring him here or to Baker Street, depending on his condition."
John nodded and went to his car. Greg rattled his car keys.
"Want a lift?" he offered.
"Please." I agreed.
Texts: Greg + Jennifer + John
Any joy? - Greg
None over here. - John
Me neither. - Greg
Sis? -John
No. Didn't find him. - Jennifer
Plan B? - Greg
Plan B. - Jennifer
Good luck. - John
"Speaking is absolutely prohibited, apart from in specified rooms. You got that?" I asked Greg.
We were standing beside the door of The Diogenes Club.
"Gotcha," he replied. "Don't talk til we find Mycroft. Got it."
"Also, don't be surprised if anyone gives me odd looks," I told him. "Usually it's strictly men."
"Bit sexist." Greg remarked.
I shrugged.
"It's been around since the 19th century," I told him. "They haven't got round to changing the rule book!"
We laughed. I pushed the door open and led Greg through. We checked the Stranger's Room before going to Mycroft's office. I knocked on the door before going in, Greg following me. Mycroft looked up from his screens.
"Jennifer, Inspector," he greeted. "John told me to expect you," he picked up a sheet of paper. "Sherlock has five known boltholes including the ones you have seen. He has the blind greenhouse in Kew Gardens and the leaning tomb in Hampstead Cemetery."
He passed Greg the paper, which had the addresses of the boltholes typed on it.
"Thank you." Greg thanked.
Mycroft waved at us dismissively.
I went over to Mycroft.
"Don't worry," I told him, rubbing his shoulder. "We'll find Sherlock."
"I have no doubts that you will." Mycroft replied.
He pressed a kiss to my lips. I smiled, before pulling away.
"I'll see you later." I said, kissing his cheek.
When Greg and I got back to Greg's car, we decided to split up.
"I'll take Hampstead Cemetery." I said.
"In that case I'll be taking Kew Gardens." Greg said.
"You don't mind?" I asked.
"Course not!" he exclaimed. "I hate cemeteries!"
We laughed.
A/N:
Okay, I lied! Also, if anyone wants to discuss TST with me, I'm open to PMs! Just don't expect any Johnlock, Sherlolly, Mystrade etc. conversations! :D
~Ellis~
