Mrs Hudson, Sherlock and Bernie sat in uneasy silence. Sherlock had found the messenger to be tight lipped when it came to friends and confidences, and so they sat and waited.
Into the silence a message tone chimed, and Bernie pulled out her phone.
"That's my cue to be off." She was out of her chair and heading down the stairs without delay. "See you around."
Mrs Hudson blinked at the speed of the other woman's departure, but Sherlock was wondering if he could get away with sneaking out to find John. When he looked back at the demure landlady she was watching him gimlet-eyed.
"John said wait."
"But what if…."
"No. Now you just stay where you are." She rose and walked to the door. "I'll hear you if you try to leave. Don't give John more to worry about." And with that she was gone.
Frustrated, Sherlock prowled around the flat, wandering into his room and staring at the bed, still rumpled from their first night spent together. He could almost see their shadows lying close and warm, rested and peaceful.
He was still deep in thought when he heard Mrs Hudson's voice and John's voice reassuring her, and he dashed out of the flat and down the stairs, to pause halfway down to stare at the dirt-covered blond.
