johnlock: forgive and forget

john woke up the next morning and reached out to expect sherlocks warm body sitting next to him, but he could find no such thing. he did, however, see a note. it read:

will be back soon. -sherlock

john rolled his eyes, sherlock never elaborated did he? 
john sighed and rolled out of bed, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. he sat down in his trusty chair and stared out of the window watching the sun come up as it shun into the room making the room a deep golden color. he pondered about what he could do today, with sherlock obviously. he sat there for a while until he realized it might be a while until sherlock returned. he decided to stick the TV on for a bit, an old habit he had long forgotten from his days alone in his flat.

after about an hour of watching a boring talk show , Mrs. Hudson came upstairs with another pot of tea.

'sherlock is not here? where's he gone of to?'
'you don't know?? he didn't tell me either. i was rather hoping you would know? he did leave me a note but it just said that he had gone out but didn't say where to.'
'oh. well i'm sure he will be back soon, i wouldn't worry about it to much. he does go of sometimes doesn't he.'

she left the flat and john was alone once again. he knew sherlock would probably be okay and that it was probably just a case or something like that. but it had now been over 6 hours since he had woken up without sherlock and he was starting to get increasingly more worried as time went on. where had sherlock gone?

picking up the phone, he dialed the number for Scotland yard. he needed to talk to lestrange. is sherlock was on a case he would know it and would help to put johns mind at ease from the current situation.

'hello, Scotland yard here. how can i help you?' it sounded like a young women probably the receptionist.
'hi, er I'm looking for Greg lestrange?'
'hold on. i will put him on the line for you'
'hello? who is this?' john fumbled with the phone. he sounded surprised.
'yes. hi. this is john? John watson?'
'ah, john. what's bothering you? is something up?? is there something wrong with sherlock?'
'you mean he isn't with you?'
'no. i haven't heard of him in a while actually. is something wrong? what's going on?'
'he isnt home. he left a note saying he had gone out but didn't say where. he has been gone for over 6 hours, probably about 9.'
'i am sure its nothing to worry about john. he does this sometimes. how about you have a drink and if he isn't there by tomorrow morning then you call me and i will send some people out to have a look for him.'

john sighed. so greg wasn't going to help him. he tried calling sherlock again. still no reply. went straight to answer machine. he went to the kitchen to get himself the drink that he had been needing and decided he was going to take greg up on the offer. 

after a couple of drinks john went back to their room and fell asleep with the thought of sherlock still in his mind hoping that he would be okay.