My friend - Reena - and I have been writing joint fic, and we've decided to post it up. The odd parts are Reena's, and the even chapters my own. Enjoy!
One - Reena
Sherlock sat back on the sofa and scrolled down through his texts. Two new messages: one from Mycroft, the other from John.
"Don't you read your messages?" slamming the door behind himself, John entered 221b Baker Street and tiredly flopped down into an armchair. Sherlock raised his eyebrows and held his phone up to prove that he did.
"I asked you to meet me at Whitehall two hours ago, Sherlock." John sighed.
"Whitehall? Why?" he frowned.
"It's Mycroft. I went up to Whitehall to give him those documents you said to pass on, but he wasn't there. He wasn't at the Diogenes Club either, not that his colleagues there were of much help. Silent witnesses, if ever there were any!" his face turned grim as he faced his friend, "Sherlock, I think Mycroft's gone missing."