--Johnny Ghost's PoV--

"Johnny, I'm booooored!" I groaned, flopping on my 'bed' as Johnny continued to listen to Gavin's tapped phone.

"Well, it doesn't look like their piping down anytime soon, sir." He said back, listening, "mister Sherlock keeps interrupting explaining how it's improbable."

"Nothings that improbable."

"Until now, you've barely spent a day outside of... You know. This is one of your first times in the real world outside of a case, sir, and we're most likely going to drag the weirdness with us."

"... Not THAT improbable..." I mumbled, slightly offended.

"Sir, to you the most improbable thing would a day without an explosion or some form of paranormal activity."

"... That doesn't mean it's not, Johnny." I said, staring at the ground. He shrugged and went back to listening.

After a few minutes of listening, I pulled out a ghost tracker, seeing a large dot over a warehouse just uptown. "Johnny, I found him."

"What?"

"It seems he found the place he wants to do his work and he's setting up," I told him showing him the machine.

"That was easier than listening to these two argue." Toast smiled, hanging up the hacked call and picking the necessities to get Gavin. "Any plan, sir?"

"Catch him, banish his ghosts, and STAB HIM!"

"How about we wait a while longer before we head out."

"Johnny noooooo..."

"Look, after the... Mental breakdown you suffered from during our last encounter, it might be best to wait. We don't want any unwanted casualties, sir."

"Unwanted," I mumbled, "I guess so." We hung around awhile, Johnny even started a puzzle, only pausing to make us tea. After awhile, something suddenly was off, "something feels wrong, Johnny." 

He looked up from his puzzle, "the tea isn't ready yet sir, I'm not harnessing the Earth's water for tea."

"Can you actual-"

"No." He told me, blunt, "what do you mean, what feels off?

"People are talking."

"And?"

"They hung up with each other. Sherlock and Gavin."

"Yeah, they did awhile ago."

"Then why is Gavin's voice coming from upstairs?" He dropped the puzzle piece, listening. Sure enough, Gavin's voice conversing with Sherlock and John continued.

"I'll see you up there, sir." He said, putting the watered-down tea into my thermos, "I'm just going to grab the gear."

"Alright, Johnny." I have him a small salute before dashing upstairs to Sherlock and John's flat. on the couch was a recording device, set to make us suspect where the noises went. "THEY'RE NOT UP HERE!"

"WHAT, SIR?"

"IT'S A RECORDING OF THE CONVERSATION!"

"... They're gone?" I went to a nearby table, a folded note lay, scribbles on it, as well as the tracker and microphone Toast hid on his phone. "What do you mean by gone, sir?"

"They found the microphone." I said, handing it to him. "I think they went after Gavin themselves."

"We've got to stop them."