It was a long day. John just wanted to go home already. He was wet from being chained to the bottom of Musgrave's well. It was cold and windy, so being wet didn't helped at all. He stood outside of the estate, and he had this blanket the paramedics have him, but it did no good. He felt awfull. John looked around. Police cars everywhere, officers taking pictures about everything. He wondered what they've been told. Probably something about an escaped psycho who had kidnapped them and-

"Hey mate, how are you?" someone grabbed John's shoulder gently, distracting him from his thoughts. He looked up ad saw Lestrade infront of him. He looked worried.

"Not so good. I just really wanna go home now. It was a long day"

"I get it, mate. We're finished here for today. Go get Sherlock, I drive you boys home"

"Thanks Greg."

John went looking for his friend, while Lestrade made his way to hs car. It took a few minutes for John to spot his best friend. He was standing at the graves, not so far grom the entrence. John thought about who would put those graves there, even if they real or not. It strange to imagine kids playing near them. He walked up to the younger man. Sherlock didn't noticed him at first. He was looking down one of the graves, smoking a cigarette. John was not happy about that, but he ignored it for this time. Sherlock looked pale, so innocent. But they were soldiers today, and innocence died a long time ago.

"Sherlock?"-John called his friend. He looked up slowly from the stone up to John, and he looked down again. He looked..lost.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He wanted to talk to him, help him, but he knew it won't be easy, and Sherlock needed to rest first.

"I will be. I have to." Sherlock answered. John thought about what it really meant. He knew Sherlock was bad at expressing emotions, and he had this habbit of trying to look like he has no emotions, but he has, and John will be the one who has to get him together.

"Can we go? Lestrade said he would drive us home. He's waiting for us." he said.

"Uhum. Let's go." Sherlock answered without looking at John, and headed back to the direction of Lestrade car. John followed him, looking at the estate once more. It had it's magic in the dark night, he felt a bad vibe around it. He looked away.

They opened the doors and sat at the backseats.

"Ready to go?" Lestrade looked back.

"Right.-"

"Could you please drop me off at the hospital?" Sherlock interrupted. " I should see my brother."

"Sure. Hospital is it, then."

They sat in the car in silence. John was looking out the window, he felt tired. He looked right, to see Sherlock who was lookig out the window as well. John wondered what his friend could be thinking about. Was he mad? Or rather, sad? John fell asleep, altough he didn't wanted to.

"Mate?" Lestrade's voice woke John up. "We're at your place."

John looked around. Sherlok wasn't in the car, he's probably at the hopital already. He wondered why he didn't woke him up to with him. Not like he wanted to go see Mycroft, he just didn't liked the idea of Sherlock being without him. He still felt danger in his bones.

"Right. Thank you, Greg."

"Get some sleep, John. You look like hell."

"Well, I feel like I've been in Hell." with that, John got out of the car and headed for his house, as the wind gently blow his hair.