Sherlock had never seen that number before, but he doubted that it would've made much difference to how it played out.
Who are you?
-SH
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I asked you a question. It's very impolite to not answer someone's question.
-xxx
Sherlock sighed heavily on the other side of the phone.
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Fine. I'll play your game.
- SH
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Good.
-xxx
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What game are we playing, and why?
-SH
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I'd like you to figure that out, but I'll give you a clue...
It's not a game you want to lose.
-xxx
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Tell me who you are and how you know me.
-SH
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Tut-tut, Sherlock. You're asking the wrong questions.
-xxx
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What questions should I be asking then?
-SH
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'What am I missing?'
'What haven't I found?'
They seem appropriate to this situation.
-xxx
Sherlock stood suddenly, drawing in a sharp breath. Whipping his head around, he sprinted out to the landing.
"Mrs Hudson! How long did you say John's been gone for?"
The old lady appeared around the corner, leisurely.
"Early afternoon. I wouldn't worry, dear. I'm sure he's just-"
Sherlock let her words spill over his head as his fingers slid across the keypad.
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What have you done with John?
-SH
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Ah, yes! Now you're starting to ask the right things.
-xxx
The small phone vibrated as a picture consumed it's screen.
Like the fall of the first domino, a wave of horror rippled through Sherlock's whole body. Running to get his coat and scarf, he shouted to Mrs Hudson something about needing to dash out. London's bitter wind carried away her response as he flung the door wide open.
He needed to get to John.
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Love Has Limits
FanfictionSherlock is so caught up in a case that he hasn't realised that John isn't back from his morning grocery run. After a mysterious message from a stranger, Sherlock must find John bEfOrE iT's tOo LaTe. No, but seriously, John's in hella trouble and Sh...
