Hey guys!

So I'm really enjoying writing this and I'd say there's about 2 or 3 chapters left to come.

Thanks to everyone who's reading - let me know what you think in a review?

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edit: so I was just reading through this because I proof read better with a fresh pair of eyes and noticed I had originally missed the 'r' out of Saint Barts - making it Saint Bats - so my deepest apologies to those who read this when it had that mistake!

If you spot any spelling/grammar mistakes in this or any of my other fics, please let me know, I want my fics to be of the highest quality for you guys!

John was looping his tie round his neck when his phone chimed. He practically leapt across the room, desperate to hear something from someone.

Message received from: Mycroft at 8:50am
No news so far, get ready, we're working on it – MH

John froze, then slammed his phone down against the bedside table. That stupid bloody man! Why couldn't he just come home and do as he was asked for one day – just a few hours even!

Message sent to: Mycroft at 8:54am
I can just sit around doing nothing, I need to be out there looking for him – JW

John sat on the edge of the bed, not sure what to do with himself.

Message received from: Mycroft at 8:55am
You need to keep up the pretence that everything is going according to plan, my mother will be unbearable if she thinks everything is falling apart – MH

John glared at the message, furious that he was supposed to pretend everything was fine.

Message sent to: Mycroft at 8:59am
No, I need him back – JW

Message sent received from: Mycroft at 9:02am
We're doing our best; he's a difficult man to trace – MH

Message sent to: Mycroft at 9:03am
I know him better than anyone, I want to look for him myself, I trusted you to find him and you haven't – JW

Message received from: Mycroft at 9:05am
I've had a car sent to you, you have 1 hour – MH

John quickly changed from his wedding suit into jeans and a jumper, then after tugging on some shoes he headed downstairs, pulling on his coat as he went. He was about to wrench open the door when Mrs Hudson's voice called after him.

"John dear, where are you going? Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"Urm yes Mrs Hudson, I've just got to... urm..." John rubbed a hand through his hair, not sure what to say, "Pick up some last minute things."

"Oh dear, leaving it all to the last minute, 'eh." Mrs Hudson chuckled.

"Yes something like that, I've really got to run. I'll see you later."

"Okay dear, good luck!"

John pulled the door closed behind him, and glanced around, trying to catch sight of the car that had been sent for him. Surely enough a sleek black car pulled up in front of him. He quickly pulled the door open and settled himself into the seat. He sat for a few moments before realising that he had no idea where he was planning to look.

"Urm," John paused, trying to think where Sherlock might have gone, "can you take me to Saint Bart's please?"

"Of course, sir," The driver replied.

John settled back in his seat and checked his phone.

Message sent to: Sherlock at 9:30am
Stop it. Just stop it. – JW

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