"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.
John has been gone for three days now and Sherlock hasn't even got a text from him. Should he text him? Would calling him be out of the question? Was he over thinking this?
Sherlock pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number, placing it to his ear. It rang three times, and then John's voice picked up.
"Sherlock? Hi!" He was giggling.
"Oh, John! You're soooooo strong!" Some woman's voice purred faintly.
"Oh stop!" John giggled again, away from the phone.
"John?" Sherlock asked, his heart racing from anger and hurt.
John laughed a little. "Emmmm… Sherlock I… Emmmmhmhm… I have to go… Emmmm!" Then, the line went dead.
A thousand thoughts raced through Sherlock's head as he sat there, his phone ringing with that long continuous beep that sounded when a call has been dropped. What was John doing? Was he drunk? High? No, his words weren't at all slurred. Was he cheating?
Sherlock dropped his phone without even hanging up. He just sat there, in his chair.
Four more days.