John woke to the sounds of five voices shouting. Oh god. Too early, or late or whatever. He was exhausted still. Regardless, he still pulled himself out of bed and dressed in what Sherlock had stripped him out of.
He stepped out of their room and was greeted with DI Dimmock (what was his first name again?), Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson. Along with Greg Lestrade and Sherlock. He rubbed his forehead.
"Why is a chunk of New Scotland Yard in my sitting room?" he asked when there was a break in the shouting.
Four of the five fell silent.
John just arched an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Philip, Sally and I are having weird... Visions." He told John, "We brought it up to Greg and he dragged us here."
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Date: 2019-02-20 07:46 pm (UTC)He stepped out of their room and was greeted with DI Dimmock (what was his first name again?), Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson. Along with Greg Lestrade and Sherlock. He rubbed his forehead.
"Why is a chunk of New Scotland Yard in my sitting room?" he asked when there was a break in the shouting.
Four of the five fell silent.
John just arched an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Philip, Sally and I are having weird... Visions." He told John, "We brought it up to Greg and he dragged us here."