The Yellow Skittle Sociopaths

Chapter 16

I stepped out of the revolving doors and onto the stone steps of the Courthouse and sighed as I winced in the sudden bright light of mid afternoon. Andrea Stein had been convicted and charged with attempted murder, and Sherlock, John, and Mycroft were on their way back to London. Life was finally getting back to normal. Well, almost.

I sat on the steps and rubbed my sore leg. I had been going to physical therapy, but soon fired my doctor. What can I say? I'm not a people person. And she was a complete and total idiot. Just saying.

Besides, John had contacted me by text, telling me what to do to get my leg back into peak condition. If anyone knew how, it was him.

And honestly, who wants to spread guacamole inside the wound anyways? Yeah. That was my bloody brilliant, so called "doctor's" advice. Haha! Not happening.

Anthoni steps out into the street, seeing as no one was there at the moment, and turned a circle, looking around.

"I suppose life looks different to people after surviving a near death experience," I say, studying my nails.

"Sometimes," she says, her eyes falling on me as she lifts an eyebrow and studies me. "You scare me more than usual..."

"And why is that?" I say, wincing as an extra painful spasm runs through my leg... But not nearly as painful as it was before John's treatment.

Anthoni chuckles, turning to face the window of Luigi's that coincidentally happened to be directly across the street from where we currently stood. "Who would of guessed that she was behind it all..." She says, referring to Andrea's antics and completely changing the subject.

"You're avoiding my question." I say, standing and limping over to her... Even though I stayed several arm lengths away to avoid any potential "muscle spasms."

"No, merely observing, mental noting... Come on, you know me by now."

I shake my head, a small smile etching itself upon my face. "Then answer my question."

"You aren't able to read minds, correct?" She says, her gaze never leaving Luigi's.

I raise my eyebrow. "Depends... If you're John or Mycroft, yes. If you're Sherlock, no."

She laughs a bit dryly. "And what about me?"

I tilt my head to the side and study her closely. "Well... You're not thinking about whether I have a small Terrier like Sherlock... And you're not thinking about shipping random people like John... And you're not thinking of cake like Mycroft..." I trail off, letting my joke sink in a bit.

"Gee, I wonder why..." She says sarcastically. "I'm not them, Savanna. I was never them. I told you in the beginning, this... Thing that we do," she trails off, lacing her fingers awkwardly in front of her. "It's not for me."

My jawline hardens as I realize where she is going with this. "You can't leave!" I say, almost too quickly.

"Sherlock offered, and I don't think becoming head detective for the NYPD is up my alley."

"So you're going back to England," I say, looking down at the black pavement as one lone, red convertible trundles down the road. Anthoni and I had both been offered jobs as the NYPD Chief of Police, but Anthoni flatly refused, while I was still considering.

By this time, the two of us had moved to the sidewalk. After almost bleeding to death and getting poisoned, I don't think either one of us would appreciate getting run over.

As my booted feet hit the faded concrete, I felt my throat getting choked up. What was this strange feeling? It couldn't be emotion... Could it?

"Things won't be the same without you," I say flatly, kicking a pebble across the road and it hits an innocent trash can.

"It's about time I was your main concern." She teases, referring to all the times I had helped Sherlock and John before her. But hey! If I hadn't helped them three-quarters of the time, she'd be dead by now.

"You always were..." I mumble, praying to God she didn't hear me.

Anthoni turns to leave, seemingly not hearing my words. "I told you when this started that I wasn't going to get involved; and look where it got me. I was nearly killed by poison, you were shot..." She sighs.

I shake my head in disbelief. "So you don't want to stay just to save your own skin? You have talents. Abilities! Use them to help!" I shouted. "We all die at one point or another... I'd rather have my death occur while working to save someone's life than pass out in front of a television screen!" I yelled.

"You make me sound like the kind who doesn't plan ahead..." She turns her head slightly, giving me a side view of a smirk she has playing on her lips. "Now come on Savanna. You know me better than that..."

"Do I?" I ask incredulously.

She sighs, her smirk fading. "No..." She begins to walk away. "I guess not."

I feel some sort of stinging sensation in my eyes and a knot begins to form in my stomach, but I push it back as I jog after her. "So that's it?" I ask, my voice catching slightly in my throat.

"Yes. That's it. I'm scheduled to leave later tonight, so I don't have much time to sit and chat."

I stop in my tracks on the sidewalk, staring after her as she leaves me. She continues down the sidewalk, not looking back.

"Im sorry, Savanna... if only you knew..." she whispers, barely audible from my position. But as she makes a left down the exact alley that Sherlock had nearly shot her in, I see the sunlight glint off of a single tear cascading flawlessly down her cheek.

I run after her, tears streaking down my own face. When I finally make it to where she disappeared, however, I find to my dismay that she is gone.

Completely and utterly gone, without a trace.

I search the alley frantically, turning over trash cans, knocking over stacks of rubble and building supplies. After several minutes of searching, I am forced to make the most difficult deduction of my career.

This was the last time I would ever see Anthoni Louis.

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A/N

So, this is it. The last chapter in YSS. Is anyone else crying besides me?

I guess there's no point in sending you over to @Animalsandadjectives, because... *chokes back a sob* she doesn't have another chapter.

I hope you guys enjoyed Yellow Skittle Sociopaths as much as we did writing it! I could never have done this without Ani... She's the whole reason we decided to do this! You're amazing, my friend :)

-HalfABrandybuck