"Do you-- This is not a good night," John complained, but Anthea had already moved over to let him in and... Well, she was cute. She didn't know his name once she looked away from him and forgot he existed, but she was cute. And that could get John Watson to do a whole lot. Including leaving Sherlock to his own devices.

He thought, blearily, that Mycroft probably had a way to power at least some of those cameras, likely through battery or on an alternate power grid and the whole city couldn't be out of power so someone would be able to watch Sherlock.

And when this little meeting was finished, they could collect their detective, have tea, and fight about who was taking the first shift to watch him in a town home that hopefully had been cleaned up by their landlady so no one had to smell the mess Sherlock had left in it.

John sighed and climbed into the car, happy to be warm. He waited for the car to pull away before he glanced over at Mycroft's assistant. "Hello, by the way. It's certainly been awhile. How have you--"

She glanced at him and John sighed, turning away.

"Right."