Author's Note:

This chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones. It was originally meant to be much longer but I decided to split the storylien of this chapter into two. Sorry if you would have prefered one longer chapter but I have decided to do it like this :)

Also, I've said it before and I'll probably mention it again- I write the fanfiction but my friend GalleonEye comes up with the plots with me so please also check out her work. She has three fanfictions on the go- a Bellamort one, A Sweeney Todd one and a New Generation one as well!

Enjoy and possibly review? Thanks!

John pulled the curtain back an inch with his index finger, watching Sherlock storm away. Once the consulting detective had turned a corner, John finally let his lungs breathe again. Maybe he hadn't handled that very well.

Instead of answering Sherlock, he'd continued his conversation as if Sherlock hadn't just admitted his love.

"Sherlock, you need to go after her."

"What? Who?"

"Rebecca! Your daughter!" John exclaimed, exasperated.

"Oh right, her." He looked at John. "Oh alright, but we'll continue this conversation when I get back." He said and grabbed his coat and scarf, leaving John standing alone contemplating over what had just happened.

As soon as Sherlock had turned the corner, John picked up his mobile and ran through his contacts, stopping at Mycroft and dialling his number. He then held it to his ear, peering down at Baker Street.

"John?"

"Sherlock's back."

"What? Are you sure?" came his voice from the other end of the phone line.

"Yes I'm sure! I've just had a conversation with him for Christ sakes!"

"You didn't tell him about...?"

"No, of course I didn't Mycroft! It would kill him to know."

"Good. Where is he now?"

"I sent him after Rebecca. They had a fight."

"Ah, ok. Could you do me a favour?" John hesitated.

"What sort of favour?"

"Look out for him, John."

"I already do that." John snapped trough the phone.

"Follow him. Make sure he is completely unaware of the details of Adler's death."

"Wait, you want me to follow Sherlock Holmes?"

"Problem?"

"Sherlock Holmes! I'm not a trained assassin! He'd sniff me out straight away!"

"Please, John, just try." Mycroft said.

"Fine. I'll keep an eye out."

"Go now."

"What?

"See where he's going."

"He's following Rebecca. And besides, I can't. I'm got work."

"Work?"

"Yes, Mycroft! Not all of us can choose when we want to do our jobs! Some of us have a schedule!"

"Are you sure you couldn't just follow him for a little bit?" Mycroft asked.

"No."

"You've left me with no choice John." Mycroft sighed. "I'll have to watch him myself." John almost laughed at the idea of Mycroft spying on his brother.

"Well, I'm glad we sorted that out." John said bluntly and hung up. He then gathered his things and pulled on a woolly jumper. He grabbed his new pair of keys from the dish on the table and strolled out of the flat, slamming the door behind him.

Yeah, it's short. And not the most interesting chapter. But trust me, the next one (which I am currently in the middle of) will be much more exciting! Well, I think I deserve a cup of tea! Please review and continue reading! It means a lot to me! Also, check out my other fanfiction Impossible Desires.

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