"Molly!" Sherlock shouted as he walked into the room, pushing the doors wide apart as he stepped in, John following quickly behind him.
John, where are you?-Mary xxx
John read the text as he watched Molly stumble off of her stall and fiddle around with some papers as she tried to find the right ones. St Barts, with Sherlock. I told you we'd be working on a case.-JW x
I didn't expect to be this long, come home soon and stay safe. –Mary xxx
Of course-JW xx
John sighed and put his phone in his pocket, will she ever stop worrying? He was staring off into space thinking when he realized that Sherlock was talking to him.
"Sorry, what?" he said as he was pulled from his thoughts.
"I said that here," he pointed to the paper, "It says that she, Joanna, choked on her vomit, whereas her brothers both just choked." He frowned. "It also says that Joanna has an unusually high IQ. Maybe she could feel the poison so she tried to puke it up and choked." He said, of course that was it; Sherlock was never wrong, "What do you think?" he asked, handing the folder to John and pulling a piece of paper and pen towards him to scribble down some body parts that he needed.
"You're asking me?" John asked as he took the paper and stared wide-eyed at it. "Yeah, I think you're right, you always are." He placed the papers back on the desk and turned to Sherlock, openly frowning. "I hope you don't plan to keep all of those body parts in the fridge?" He'd only just managed to get the eyeballs taken out and now he had two legs and a bag of index fingers coming his way.
"No, Mycroft's getting me a fridge and I'm going to keep it in my room, that okay?" He asks, looking up from the sheet for the first time, only momentarily but long enough to catch Johns eye and smile.
"As long it's not contaminating mine and Mary's food." He smirked and flicked through the papers.
"It won't." Sherlock grinned, "So, Molly, you can get me those pieces, I think I probably can get a trace of the poison used from either her sick or their throats. They all died of the same thing so I have no need to examine the parents." He smiled at them both and walked towards the door, "Mary's probably worrying about you so let's get home." He suggested, he nodded at Molly in thanks and walked out, his coat swishing at the fast movements.
John followed and got out his phone 'On our way home.- JW xx' he sent out the text and sat next to Sherlock in a taxi.
They still hadn't spoken about the three years so most of their time was filled with this silence. John got sick of it; he wanted to know what happened. "Where were you?" he asked.
Sherlock knew what he meant; it was what had been plaguing Johns mind for months, since Sherlock's return, he was bound to ask eventually. "London mostly, but I went everywhere, he had people all over." He sighed before continuing, "I did it to save you, you know?"
"You said, why did you choose my wedding day to come back?"
"I didn't want to miss my best friend getting married." He shrugged his shoulder and looked at John.
"You missed my first date, the engagement, everything except the wedding." He said, eyes narrowed. "You know, Sherlock, I missed you but I have someone now, maybe you should think about that. I can't come with you on every case." He said, he nodded his head once to finalise it and looked at Sherlock, "I'm sorry, but I have Mary to think of."
Sherlock nodded, "I know, but I just-"
Johns phone buzzed at that moment, cutting off Sherlock, 'Oh, John. You really shouldn't have let Mary out of your sight.-JM' He showed Sherlock the text and his eyes widened.
"I didn't know he was alive." He whispered.
"Well, now he's got Mary so you'd better do something when we get home!" He snarled. "Hurry up!" He shouted to the driver who was laboriously slow, trying to work up his fare.
He didn't settle for a moment of the 10 minute journey to get to Baker Street and he ran in, hoping what Jim had said was false. "There was no struggle, either she gladly went or she was drugged." Sherlock frowned as he walked in. "They probably knocked her out."
"Well, get her back!" John replied. "Do whatever you can, find her. You're such a great detective now find her. Please." His voice was loud and nervous but it dropped on the last word and cracked as he fell to his knees.
"John, I'll do everything in my power." Sherlock reassures, "And I know the British Government, I'll do anything."
He looked up at Sherlock, his eyes pained. "Sherlock, just remember this. Don't drug her, if she is already drugged don't add anything else to her system." He whispered desperately.
"Why? It'll calm her nerves if she's shaken up." He asked, he kneeled down beside John and looked at him curiously.
"It won't calm the babies." The room was silent as he let what he said sink in. Sherlock barely moved. Mary was pregnant?