Emotional Context

His Last Vow-part 1

JOHN'S POV

It started off as a usual morning. After waking up from my now-typical army nightmare Mary had I an early visit from our neighbour Kate. Her son Isaac didn't come home again last night. She suspected he was at a house with his friends where they were doing drugs and asked if I'd go look for him. So here I was at this crack den. Mary was in the car and after spraining a smackhead's arm I was now looking around for Isaac. There were several of them laying on mattresses and sitting around. They were stoned and barely knew what was happening.

"Isaac? Isaac Whitney?"

I made my over to two of them where one raised his hand. It was him and dear lord he looked stoned.

"Hello, mate. Sit up for me." I began to look him over.

"Doctor Watson, where am I?"

"The arse-end of the universe with the scum of the Earth."

"Have you come for me?" He asked tiredly.

"Do you think I know a lot of people here?!"

He laughed hazily as I heard a creek of another mattress.

"Ah, hello, John. Didn't expect to see you here."

No..No. No. No. It couldn't be..

I turned around to see Sherlock in a ratty old hoodie. He squinted his eyes as he looked at me.

"Have you come for me, too?"

Is this really happening? This couldn't be happening... With that I sent Isaac out to the car with Mary as I turned to Sherlock.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?! Why are you here?!"

"For God's sake, John! I'm on a case!" He yelled as he pushed the temporary door and we made our way to the car.

"A month. I don't talk to you all for a month and this happens! Why aren't you with my sister and your son?!"

"I'm working! I'm undercover!" He tried to defend.

"Undercover?! No, you're not! You're a father now, you wouldn't do something like this!"

"Well, I'm not now! Undercover, I mean."

We went over to the car as I pushed him in and turned to Mary.

"Take us to Bart's. Sherlock Holmes need to pee in a jar.."

Once we arrived Sherlock gave his sample as Molly tested it. He stood by a cabinet, still looking slightly stoned and irritated.

"So, is he clean?" I asked.

"Clean?" Molly threw away her gloves and she slowly walked over to Sherlock. Before we knew it she gave him three hard slaps across the face; the rest of us stood there in awe. "How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? And how dare you betray the love of your friends and hurt your family! Say you're sorry!"

"Sorry your engagement's over.." He said slyly.

"Stop it." She glared at him angrily. "Just stop it."

"Why would you even go near any of this? Since you and Lizzi-"

"It's for a case, I told you."

"Where the hell is my sister anyway?"

That's when Sherlock has received a text, his phone ringing through the lab. Quickly he pulled his phone out as his eyes brightened.