Unexpected

Happy Halloween

P.O.V John

"Sherlock you must dress up for Gregs's party! It said on the invite:
Dress code: Fancy dress."

"Ugh! Why? Also who's Greg? I thought it was Gavin's party we were going to?"

"Greg Lestrade?"

"Oh. Well I'm not wearing a costume."

I felt like I was going round in a circle. We were sat in our armchairs and it was the 28th of October. Greg had invited us to a party on Halloween. I said we would be there; in costume, however Sherlock was having non of it.

"Sherlock, it's a costume party!"

"Ugh! Why does it matter?"

"Please Sherlock. For me?" I looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine."

"Great! Thank you Sherlock! I know exactly what costume to get you!" I jumped up from my seat and grabbed my coat.

"Oh this is going to be brilliant!" I said excitedly as I tied my shoe laces.

When I stood up,Sherlock was stood in front of me. He looked into my eyes, smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"You."

"What do you mean?"

"You're so adorable when you are excited."

I blushed and the corners of my mouth pulled up. I stood on my tip-toes and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'll be back soon. Don't blow anything up while I'm gone." I said mockingly.

"I'll try not to."

With that, I walked out the room, down the stairs and out into the London streets.

I walked down the road, knowing exactly where I was headed. There was a costume shop just a few roads away. I knew exactly what costume I was going to get Sherlock.

As I turned a corner, I felt something sharp in my neck. I bought my hand up to where I now felt the pain of whatever had punctured my skin. I felt something there, but I couldn't tell my mind what to do, as my head started spinning. I felt myself falling before everything went black."

P.O.V Sherlock

John had been out for thirty minutes and I was already missing him... Strange what sentiment can do.

I sat, waiting on my chair for John to get back. I was like a puppy waiting for their owner.

Suddenly, a ringing sound broke through the silence.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID. Lestrade.

I pressed the accept button and held the phone to my ear.

"What is it Lestrade?"

"Erm Well..."

"What?"

"It's...it's about John."

A wave of panic ran through my body, but I urged myself to stay calm.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Well, he was seen on a camera on the corner of the street, but then not on any other."

"And how do you know th- Mycroft."

"Sherlock, we don't know where he is."

"I'll be there in five."

I hung up and rushed out the flat. I hailed a cab.

"Scotland Yard, and fast." I spat out.

The driver sped through the streets until we came to the destination. I jumped out the cab and threw some money in the destination. I ran to Lestrades office.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice even.

"Look at the camera footage?"

I watched the screen as I saw John walk into view. He was only visible for a few seconds. Just before he went out of shot, something flew in, and hit his neck. He then fell out of view.

"Tranquilizer dart." I stated. I had meant for it to come out at a normal volume, but it was only just audible. I cleared my throat.

Ring!

The old fashioned phone on Lestrades desk started ringing. I picked it up and held it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Sherlock!" the voice said "There's no point, you know. Looking for your little Johnny boy"

"Why?"

"He is somewhere you'll never find him." I would know that voice anywhere.

"That won't stop me."

"Happy Halloween. He laughed and then hung up.

"Who was that?" Lestrade asked.

"Moriarty."