In.

Out.

In.

Oh god.

It felt like ages since he had a cigarette. It was the only thing he was allowed to still use. But if he closed his eyes.. He could even pretend it was weed, and then why the fuck not cocaine in the first place. He carved just for a hint of morphine. He sighed.

He was out in the garden, smoking under the window while John prepared breakfast for Rosie and them. He thought about last night, about their talk, and how they fell asleep on each other. There was a time when he hated to talk to others, even touch them. But John? John was like a freaking well in a middle of the desert. He was the loudest sound in the silence and the brightest color on the dark sky.

He was the only thing that kept him going in this messed up situation.

''Morning.' he greeted as he stepped back inside. Rosie and John was sitting at the table already having their breakfast. Scent of vanilla hit Sherlock.

'Hi, Sherlock! Come, sit. The scrambled eggs are ready.'

'Excellent.'

'Hiiiiiiiiii!' Rosie waved at Sherlock almost jumping out of her little chair.

'Hi Rosie!' he answered and sat down at the table too. He grabbed his fork (which he hated, it was cheap and low quality), and started to eat his eggs. (He hated eggs by the way, but he decided not to spoil this moment.)

'So… I heard Eurus is moving today.'

Sherlock looked up.

'How do you know that?'

'Oh, weeellll…' John looked around.' Lestrade told me.'

'And where does he know it from?' Rosie started to throw the food around.

'Hey, hey stop it!' John tried. ' So yeah, you know Lestarde went with Mycroft to escort her. I heard they are transporting her in one of the Yard's car,then with a private helicopter.'

'Ohh. I didn't know that.'

'Yeah. Actually, I was, you know, kind of surprised that you stayed.'

Sherlock put down his fork. He thought about the idea.

' There's no point for all of us to go there.'

' I didn't mean any bad. I'm glad you're here with us.'

Sherlock nodded, but he lost any will to eat. Maybe he should've gone, but to be honest he didn't even thought about it.

Oh wait.

Shit.

That call from Mycroft. He could've easily just wrote him a message. Why bother to call?He was a man with literally no time. Unless.. Unless he was waiting for Sherlock to ask if he could go too. Mycroft wanted him to go, but his stupid ass was too pride to ask.

But why was the man waiting for his little brother to go?

Maybe.. Just maybe.. Was he scared, too? Because Sherlock hated to admit it, but he felt scared. Scared of his sister. She was soooooo unpredictable. It was impossible to figure her out, which made her really dangerous.

Sherlock stood up.

'Sherlock?' John looked up.

'Yeah. Sorry. Going to the loo.'

He hurried out and on his way to the loo he grabbed his phone and dialed Mycroft.

He really haven't thought about Mycroft. Everything happened at once, and there was no time to think about it..

But Mycroft lived with her as well. He knew how dangerous she was. It would've been stupid not to be scared.

He waited, but his brother did not pick up. He dialed again.

This thing, this thing in his mind that causing all this, causing him to be this weak and sentimental. This has to stop. He can't ignore his problems anymore. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

When Mycroft did not picked up the second time, he dialed Lestrade. While he waited, he started to get dressed. He's not going to leave his brother alone. -How can I be this stupid?- he asked himself.

'Damn' he said to himself when Lestrade's phone went silent too.

He quickly ran at his computer. Luckily, he bugged Lestrade's phone before, just in case he needed his arse saved. Oh well. He tried to do the same once to Mycroft's. He knew it instantly.

Sherlock typed in Lestrade's MAC* and phone address into the computer. The machine started ro load. Sherlock played with his fingers impatiently. After what felt like an eternity, the PC beeped.

He typed down the address on his arm (since he didn't found any paper or pen, and -Oh God he hated this place so much!- )he was in rush,he wasted no time.

Probably both men was alright. Maybe Lestrade was driving, so he couldn't answer. Maybe Mycroft was, talking to Eurus,and had no time to call back. Yeah. Right.

…

Probably not though.

He hurried out of the flat.

As he was on his way to the front door, he heard John stood up.

'Sherlock what's going on?'

'I have to go.I'm sorry, I'm-'

'SHERLOCK HOLMES, STOP!' John yelled, and Sherlock instantly stopped for him. John walked over.

'You're going there right?'

'Something's not right… They won't pick up their phones.. I have to go.'

John nodded.

' I'll go with you.'

'What? You.. You can't! It could be dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt.

'Too bad. I'm going, like it or not. Wait while we get dressed. Call Molly and say we're dropping over Rosie. 10 min. Don't you dare leave me!' he said. Sherlock nodded. Of course. His John wouldn't let him behind. It was the best decision anyway; they were a team after all..

Sherlock and John sat in a cab, after dropping over Rosie. Molly was surprised but did not ask any question. He kind of like ignored Sherlock and pretended he wasn't there. That was all right. She was entitled to do so.

They were going to Lestrade's phone location which was an old country road, that literally no one used anymore since they built that big-arse road which took you out of London way faster than the old one. Probably that's why they used the older road, longet but safer. It made sense.

Except nothing made sense anymore, but that's just like a new lifestyle for Sherlock. He knew absolutely nothing anymore and being this goddamn stupid was annoying

Right at that moment it was as if they were the only two people left in the world. And I don't mean that to sound corny; it just honestly did. The only sound he heard was his own fast heartbeat.

'Hey.. Hey Sherlock try to calm down please.' John rested his arm on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

'It's fine, they're all fine' John said slowly.

'If it comes, let it come. If it goes, it's ok, let it go. Let things come and go. Stay calm, don't let anything disturb your peace, and carry on.' His friend said. 'My mother always told me these words when we were in some kind of trouble.'

'Wise words.' Sherlock agreed.

'Right. And you should listen to them. Whatever is going to happen will happen, whether we worry or you might as well stop.'

Sherlock smiled.

'You know me.. I'm usually not the kind who worries too much. It just this damn situation…' he said.

John waited a little, and put his hand on Sherlock's hand.

'I made a promise yesterday. And I'm going to keep it.' John said.

Sherlock felt surprised, but a lot better actually.

Suddenly his phone started to ring. He quickly took it out and stared at the screen. It was the Yard. Not Lestrade, the Yard. That meant no good.

'What?' he asked.

'Oh freak- I mean Sherlock.' he heard Sally's voice from the other side. "So I was wondering if you've heard anything from Lestrade and his team. He's should've made a report about an hour ago but he never actually called, so I was just wondering….'

Sherlock gulped loudly. This was definitely no good. Without an answer he hung up, and told the drive to go faster.