A/N I know this is short and I apologize for that, but the chapters are going to start getting longer and more intense, so I wanted to give you guys a little update first. Please review! Enjoy!
"Two and a half hours," John repeated, with an exasperated tone. He was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, shifting from one foot to the other.
"John-"
"Be quiet, Sherlock."
"I'm just trying-"
John balled his hand into a fist. "Shut up, Sherlock!" He yelled. "I know what to do. I've got this."
He could hear Sherlock nod again as the phone scratched against material.
"I'm going to call Greg-"
"Who?" Sherlock, questioned .
"Lestrade! I'll have him trace the your phone and then we will find you. Yeah, I've got this," John sighed. At least, he felt he did. But it failed to give him any comfort.
"No."
"Why the hell not?" John shouted, tightening his hand on the banister.
"It's a burner phone. Looks exactly like mine; I thought it was, at first. Only three numbers were programmed into it; yours, Lestrades and Mycrofts. It's-"
"Untraceable," John finished for him.
"Well, it's not exactly, but it would take too much time."
"Ok, I'll go to the yard, find Lestrade and we'll figure it out." John ran out of the building and onto the street, immediately hailing a cab. "Just stay on the phone and keep quiet."
John knew there were many solutions running through Sherlock's mind, but he wouldn't let him waste the air.
When a cab pulled up, he told the driver where to go and settled into the backseat.
John could hear faint rustling on the other end, but it was mostly silent. He wanted to keep talking to Sherlock. Keep him calm. But he couldn't risk it. Every breath was a countdown.
A/N I have most of this written out so please let me know if you are interested in the continuation of this story!