I’m still processing, but I started a fic that ignored the very end of tonights episode and has John rescuing Sherlock from Eastern Europe.
John moved down the street, hat pulled low over his eyes. The gun was heavy at his back, but his steps were steady. He didn’t speak the language, but he didn’t need too as he spotted the lanky blonde coming out of the brick building. A few more steps and he bumped into him. The man turned and there was a moment their eyes met and he saw the taller man’s eyes go wide with recognition.
Just then a van pulled up next to them and the door opened..