Sherlock grabbed a taxi, and they were off to MI5. He texted a few times while he was in there, his face screwing up in annoyance a bit more each time.
By the time they got there, Sherlock was in a right mood. Anthea was at the door, greeting them and leading them through the security checks that would take them in The Dungeon, as Sherlock had always called it.
As they walked down the hallways, Sherlock looked at John. He looked a bit... off? But he wasn't sure why, and it bothered him.
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Date: 2019-02-19 08:37 pm (UTC)By the time they got there, Sherlock was in a right mood. Anthea was at the door, greeting them and leading them through the security checks that would take them in The Dungeon, as Sherlock had always called it.
As they walked down the hallways, Sherlock looked at John. He looked a bit... off? But he wasn't sure why, and it bothered him.