Revenge //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter Five

Sherlock returned a lot later than promised. At six o' clock pm, Sherlock came though the door letting in a small draft with him. "John. Mary." He greeted, slightly breathless. John stood up from his chair, putting his book down. "What took you so long?" We were getting worried. You weren't answering any texts or calls." John said exasperated. Sherlock ruffled his hair slightly. John knew he only did this because he thought it made him look cool. "Sorry. Got caught up. I thought I saw...someone looking suspicious, and I was chasing them."
"You saw someone looking suspicious?" John could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"Yeah. Anyway, not important. Billy had this waiting for me one of the homeless shelters."
John took the peice of paper in Sherlock's hand and read the scribbled note. He recognised the handwriting immediately as the same writing on the note Mycroft had given them. The writing read:

221B, Baker Street, London.
Careful.
SM

John's heart skipped a beat. "He knows where you live." He said, quietly. Sherlock nodded, saying nothing as Mary picked up the note and read it as well. She tried for a smile and failed. "At least we're prepared now I guess." She said weakly.

Later that night all three of them sat on the sofa and looked at the wall. They were all trying to figure out what their next move was.
"Oh!" Said Sherlock, suddenly.
"Yes!" Said Mary laughing.
John frowned at them, puzzled. "What?" He said.
Sherlock smiled.
"Moran doesn't know we know who he is. So that means he probably won't come here himself. I bet he'll send someone else first. Which gives us more time."
He sighed in relief and stood to walk to his bedroom. "John, Mary, go home and get changed. Meet me back here in an hour."
John frowned. "What's wrong with out clothes?"
Mary grabbed his wrist, smiling slightly. "Come on, John."

John and Mary took a taxi from their house to Sherlock's. John noticed his wife smiling.
"Why are you so happy?" He said.
"I don't know. I'm a bit excited." She replied.
John shook his head. "God, are you sure your not Sherlock's long lost relative or something?"
She smiled. "Well, you never know." She joked. The car stopped in front of 221B Baker Street. John paid the driver, and they walked into the familiar flat.
They made their way up the stairs and knocked on the door. John heard Sherlock grunt from inside the living room. They opened the door and entered. Sherlock looked up fleetingly and then went back to looking at his phone. "Mary you look lovely." He said genuinely. "John...it'll do."
John sighed and opened his mouth to protest but Sherlock grinned. "Only joking." He murmured.
John rolled his eyes and he and Mary sat down on the sofa.
"Now, we wait." Said Sherlock.
And they did.