Sherlock was in his chair, with his laptop in his lap. When the map in the kitchen lit up, he immediately noticed it. He got up wand watched the dots shrinking and moving slightly until they were 11 very specific points of light.

The entire able was emanating magic, and he was actually slightly surprised when he heard John almost stumble down the stairs. He rushed to the man, who looked like he had just ran a marathon.. twice.

"John!" He exclaimed, actually picking the man up in his arms. "Bed. Now." Sherlock carried him to bed, and went to the loo, gently wiping his sweaty skin with cool, damp flannels.

"Rest, John. We can talk in the morning."