A New Mystery at 221 Baker Street

Chapter 67: A.G.R.A

Episode Transcript provided by Ariane DeVere/Callie Sullivan

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John angrily entered 221b with Mary following shortly behind him.

"John," Mrs. Hudson said from the kitchen. "Mary,"

Mary simply gave her a small smile. Alice helped Sherlock up the steps and into 221b.

"Oh, Sherlock, Alice!" Mrs. Hudson cried, shocked at Sherlock's current state. "Sherlock, good gracious, you look terrible,"

"Get me some morphine from your kitchen. I've run out," Sherlock gritted, repressing his pain.

"I don't have any morphine,"

"Then what exactly is the point of you?" He asked abruptly.

Mrs. Hudson looked around at the four of them. "What is going on?"

"Bloody good question," John mumbled.

Sherlock looked at his former flatmate then at Mrs. Hudson. "The Watsons are about to have a domestic- and fairly quickly I hope- because we have work to do,"

"Let him have this," Alice stated quietly. "John needs to get this out,"

"Oh, I have a better question," John countered as he looked at his wife. "Is everyone I've ever met a psychopath?"

"Yes," Sherlock answered. Mary nodded in agreement. "Good that we've settled that. Anyway, we-"

"Shut up!" John interrupted, turning to Sherlock. "And stay shut up, because this is not funny. Not this time," John turned back to his wife. "You. What have I ever done... hmm? What have I done in my whole life... to deserve you?" His voice was full of anger.

"Everything," Sherlock replied, still leaning heavily on Alice in the doorway.

"Sherlock, I've told you to shut up," John said in the same dark tone as he walked up to the detective.

"I mean it. Everything. Everything you've ever done is what you did,"

"Sherlock," John said slowly and deeply. "One more word and you will not need to steal anymore morphine,"

"You were a doctor who went to war," Sherlock began to explain softly. "You're a man who couldn't stay in the suburbs for more than a month without storming a crack den and beating up a junkie. Your best friend is a sociopath who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high. That's me, by the way. Hello," Sherlock gave a little wave then gestured to Alice. "Your other best friend is an ex-CIA agent who caught the eye of one of the most dangerous criminals and is currently engaged to your sociopath friend. Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel,"

"It was my husband's cartel. I was just typing," Mrs. Hudson stressed.

"And exotic dancing," Sherlock added.

"Sherlock Holmes, if you've been YouTubing-"

"John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You're attracted to dangerous situations and people. So, is it truly a surprise that the woman you've fallen in love with conforms to that pattern?"

John suppressed his tears. "But she wasn't supposed to be like that. Why is she like that?"

"Because you chose her,"  Sherlock spoke softly as he looked into John's eyes.

John breathed heavily as he turned away. "Why is everything... always... MY FAULT?" He yelled as he kicking the side table.

"Oh, the neighbours!" Mrs. Hudson cried, hurrying away.