Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 57
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"You must be at the end of your rope. I felt a tug." ~Author Unknown
Deleted Memories of Abduction
John had received a simple text.
John relived the most recent events as the lights of London reflected in the glass of the cab.
He just finished his second call to Lestrade.
Lestrade was livid that John was on his way to the banks to search for Sherlock, a Sherlock that was supposedly dead and buried.
To Lestrade's credit, he quickly recovered from the shock, and focused his energies on putting a trace on the number, and having units to start a search.
Something bothered John, nagged at him. Last, he saw Sherlock two weeks ago; Sherlock told him he would be out for a bit.
"He wore a black knit hat, a water resistant jacket, and …" John whispered to himself; thinking.
John dry wiped his face.
"You see but don't observe," Sherlock had often said. John closed his eyes and looked into his mind.
The shoes; Sherlock did not particularly like them, but once commented how they were good for running and waterproof. Therefore, wherever he was planning on going, was near water or severe dampness, and he was prepared to cover large amounts of distance quickly.
John opened his eyes, and mentally reassured himself as he felt for his gun. He would start his search at the abandoned warehouses nearest to the Thames. He searched his phone for information briefly. Four warehouses were in close proximity, but only two were next to the Thames.
He would tell Sherlock if… no when he found him.
He might even be slightly impressed, John thought grimly.