My Clever Girl

The Reichenbach Fall (Part 1)

"Why today?" Doctor Ella asked as I watched raindrops fall against the window. "Do you wanna here me say it?" John asked as he was sat across from her. "18 months since our last appointment." She said as I rubbed my arms with tears rolling down my face. "Do you read the papers?" He asked as his voice shook a little. "Sometimes." She replied as I glanced over at them. "And you watch telly? Then you know why I'm here. I'm here because...." He couldn't finish his sentence as I walked over and put my hands on his shoulders.

I gave them a gentle yet tight squeeze as he grabbed one of them. "What happened John?" She asked as he tightened his grip on my hand, staying quiet while taking deep breaths to try and speak. "Sher...." He tried saying as I let more tears fall, wrapping my arms loosely around him as he held my arms with a shake hand. "You need to let it out." She said as I didn't want to believe it happened. That he....is gone. "Our best friend, Sherlock Holmes,......is dead." He let out with a weak voice and slightly shook his head.

3 months earlier

"Falls of Reichenbach. Turner's masterpiece, thankfully recovered owing to the prodigious talent of Mr. Sherlock Holmes." The art gallery owner said as everyone clapped. "Small token of our gratitude." He said and walked over to Sherlock with a small red box. "Diamond cuflinks. All my cuffs have buttons." Sherlock said as he took the box. "He means 'thank you'." John said as Sherlock looked at him. "I do?" He asked with slight confusion. "Just say it." I said softly, gently nudging him. "Thank you." He told the owner with a slight smile when a picture was taken.

Transition to the family

"Back together with my family again after my terrifying ordeal. And we have one person to thank for this, Sherlock Holmes." A father said as his little boy with glasses handed Sherlock a blue gift box. "Ties then. I don't wear ties." Sherlock said as John shushed while I gently nudged him.

Transition to Lestrade

"Peter Ricoletti. Number one on Interpol's most wanted list since 1982. But we got him. And there's one person we have to thank for giving us the decisive leads, with all his diplomacy and tact." Lestrade said with a slight tone. "Sarcasm." John said as Sherlock had a small smile. "Yes." He replied as I softly giggled. "We all chipped in." Lestrade said as he gave Sherlock a gift. Sherlock opened it to show a gray deerstalker as I covered my mouth and tried not to burst out laughing.

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Watson. We got one for you too." I gasp and pouted when Lestrade handed me a tan one. "Now, you're just being mean." I huffed as he chuckled. "Put the hats on!" The crowd started cheering. "Yeah, go on, guys. Put the hats on." Lestrade chuckled as I sighed. "Might as well get it done and over with." I said and put mine on. Honestly, I didn't mind it. It's comfy. Sherlock didn't seem to move to put it on so I grabbed it and put it on for him. "They would've bugged you about it anyways." I whispered with a smile and stood next to him with my hands behind my back.

Transition to home

"'Boffin'? Boffin Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said as he walked around in his robe with the newspaper while John was on the couch, reading one as well. I sat on Sherlock's chair with my legs curled up while I was writing a story about our recent case. "Everybody gets one." John said as he adjusted on the couch. "One what?" Sherlock asked as he faced John. "Tabloid nickname. Subo, Nasty Nick. Shouldn't worry. Iris and I should get one soon." John said as he looked at the papers.

"Actually, I have one. 'Detective Beauty' for some reason or 'Sherlock's Doe'. No doubt it's a joke for his hat and how they think we're secretly dating." I said with a smile and giggled softly. 'Though I wish we were even though there's no chance' I thought as looked down at my journal. "Page five, column six, first sentence." Sherlock said as he paced a little before picking up his deer cap. "Why is it always the hat photograph?" He asked a she looked at it before punching it. The poor hat. "'Bachelor John Watson'." John read out as I tilted my head a little.