It was a bright and cold autumn morning. The orange and brown leaves crunched under John's feet as he made his way to Sherlock's grave. John was vigilant to everything around him, knowing he was probably being watched. There was no-one else at the cemetery this morning however, so it was likely his only surveillance was the car that pulled up shortly after him, which no-one got out of. That and Sherlock.
"Walk more carefully, the camera is bouncing around all over the place. I can't see a thing" he heard Sherlock complaining through the Bluetooth headset in his collar.
John just sighed, continuing as he was to Sherlock's grave. It was odd, standing once again in front of the grave, this time knowing it was empty. His watchers couldn't know this however, he had to act like he was really visiting the grave of a friend.
"Well Sherlock, I'm sorry it's been a while. I was planning on visiting I just… to start with it was too painful, then I was just too busy. Excuses, I know" He said to the gravestone, inwardly cringing at the fact that Sherlock could really hear this. "I wouldn't even be visiting today if it wasn't for some unpleasant business"
"Yes and can we get on with the unpleasant business now?" Sherlock huffed impatiently in his ear "What are those flowers doing there?"
"I see Mrs. Hudson bought you flowers again. I remember her saying she bought some once a month, I didn't realise she was still coming." John said to the grave, to cover his answer to Sherlock.
"No, Mrs Hudson favours carnations, she wouldn't have bought roses. That's your message right there. Take a closer look. Careful! Don't touch them, you don't know what they might have done to them. It's all too easy to poison a rose thorn."
John pulled his hand back from where he had been about to pick up the rose. Then he noticed something attached to one of the stems. Very carefully he pulled it free.
"A memory card. Hurry back John, we need to see what's on that thing"
When John got back to his apartment he was surprised to see Sherlock sitting on the sofa, typing away on his laptop.
"Sherlock! How did you get here? I thought the houses were being watched? And what about Harry? She'll have questions when she sees you here." John asked
"Relax John, I slipped out of Molly's when our guards swapped shifts, then in here when they followed you away to the cemetery. And don't worry about Harry, she won't be back for a couple of days. Apparently she won an all-expenses paid spa getaway out at Uxbridge. She left a note on the fridge." Sherlock explained, nodding to it without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Oh no… oh no, no." John groaned, running over the fridge and ripping the note off to read it.
"Problem?" Sherlock asked, only briefly looking up.
"Well it's a bit convenient isn't it? You told me not to ignore coincidences Sherlock. This is them, it's got to be. It's a trap. Molly wasn't working so now they've taken someone else I care about" John said, ending with a groan.
Sherlock smiled. "So close John, yet so far. It was me" He added answering Johns confused look "I knew you'd be worried about her getting caught up in this, so I made the arrangements to get her safely out of the way a few days. Plus it saves the hassle of having to ask if I can crash here until we get Molly back." He added, going back to his typing as John dropped onto the sofa in relief.
"Alright, but if you're staying no… shooting walls, or putting body parts in the fridge. I do not want to have to explain that to my sister." John ordered
"Did you see any signs of that kind of behaviour at Molly's? I do know how to behave when I am a guest in someone's house, John." Was Sherlock's curt reply.
"Buckingham palace?" John reminded him
Sherlock grinned "I make exceptions where my brother is involved."
He finished what he was working on and minimised the window, before holding is hand out and clicking. John sat up and dug the memory card out of his pocket, handing it to Sherlock, who immediately inserted it into the computer. There was one file on it, a video.
"Brace yourself John." Sherlock warned, opening the file.