60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

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Chapter 19

A case? Finally something that would get Sherlock out of his jittery mood, something that would challenge his mind, his brilliant mind.

I gave him a call.

"A case, John!" He answered his phone, no doubt without looking at his caller ID.

"Yes, I got your note! This is fantastic, I suppose. Is it murder?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sherlock admitted.

"You don't know if it's murder yet and you took the case anyway?" I said, astonished.

"I don't even know if its a case, actually, John. That's where you come in," I could picture Sherlock smiling at the other end of the phone.

"Me? What can I do?"

"Lestrade called me over to the office almost right after you left. He said he had a note," Sherlock said.

"A note? Well, what did it say?" I asked.

"No clue, but you can help. The note is in Morse Code," he told me.

"Ah, I see," I muttered. "I'll meet you in Lestrade's office then?"

"Yes."

Sherlock then hung up the phone.

A case where I was finally going to get to help? I was excited about this, though never as much as Sherlock.

I left the flat at once, making sure to lock the door behind me, and ran down the street to where I could catch a cab. It was a busy traffic day, so it was difficult to get one to stop, but I finally managed it.

The ride to Scotland Yard was a short one. The driver pulled up to the curb after five minutes.

I hopped out slamming the door behind me. I stared up at the building in front of me. I hadn't thought I would ever be coming back here. But here I was.

I walked through the front door and took the familiar stairway up to Lestrade's division (A/N-if he even has one!). Through the glass office walls, I saw Greg and Sherlock leaning over his desk, examining what I assumed to be the code.

When I walked through the doors, Greg looked over and said, "Ah, John! How have you been?"

"Wonderful," I smiled.

"Oh, right! Congratulations, by the way!" Greg said looking back and forth from me to Sherlock.

"Thank you. So the code?" I nodded at the paper on the desk, which Sherlock was still staring at.

"Yep. Have a look," Lestrade welcomed me.

I leaned over and took a good look. Grabbing a pen from the desk, under each code letter, I wrote the English alphabet letter.

... .... . .----. ... / -.. . .- -.. .-.-.-

S H E ' S D E A D

I looked over at Sherlock.

"I guess we do have a murder," I smirked. His eyes brightened a bit.

Then I looked at the next parts of the code.

... .... . .-. .-.. --- -.-. -.- /

S H E R L O C K

.. ... -. .----. - .-.-.-/ -... ..- - /.... .

I S N ' T B U T H E

/ .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... . / ... --- --- -. .-.-.-

W I L L B E S O O N

I looked down at the paper and gulped and then up at Sherlock.

"No, I won't let them," I whimpered.

"What is it, John? What's wrong?" Sherlock pushed.

I felt my throat get dry as I pushed the paper towards him. He looked down at it with fury in his eyes.

"Lestrade. Records of all the woman who have been killed since I've returned," Sherlock ordered, snapping at the door. Greg knew better than to argue, so he did as he was told.

As soon as Lestrade had gone, Sherlock embraced me in the tightest physically possible hug.

"I'll be fine," he assured me, "nothing is going to happen to me."

"Yeah, that's what I thought last time," I cried. Tears began flowing from my eyes, without my permission or control.

"I lost you once, Sherlock. I'm not going to let that happen a second time," I said, burying my face into his chest.

I knew the people in the office outside were staring at us through the glass, and they could look all they wanted. I wasn't letting go of my Sherlock.

A minute later, Lestrade came back into his office, carrying just one file.

"Lestrade, a murder! Why wasn't I told anything?" Sherlock yelled, letting me go and walking to the desk, where the file was placed.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, but you're just back! I thought you would want to get acclimated," Lestrade defended himself, but still Sherlock was fuming. He flipped through the file angrily.

"At least we know who 'she' is. Do we know who murdered her?" He huffed.

"No," Greg looked ashamed.

"Oh, so I've got to get to work," Sherlock smiled, giddily. He left the office abruptly, leaving me behind. I didn't bother following, as I knew I couldn't keep up right now.

"John, are you okay?" Greg asked, studying my face.

"No, actually. Not really. Whoever wrote this note is planning on hurting Sherlock and I can't lose him again, Greg. I just can't," I said sadly.

"You really love him, then?" he questioned.

"Of course."

"What are you going to do?" Greg asked me.

"I'll help him, I guess. Make sure we're on the same page. That way we know the same things and I can protect him better," I sighed.

Greg looked at me pitifully. There was a question on the tip of his tongue that he never would have dated to ask me, but I knew what it was.

"You're wondering what I would do if he died? Well, you saw what happened the first time," I stated.

"But it's different this time, John," Lestrade said.

"Yes, I know it is. That's why I won't let him die," I felt my voice waver on the word 'die'.

"Lots of people want to play with Sherlock's mind, John," Greg reminded me, "don't jeopardize your safety for his."

I felt myself getting sadder by the minute and now, a new emotion was mixing with it. Now I was beginning to get angry.

"Greg," I said, through clenched teeth, "I don't think you realize how much Sherlock means to me. I would risk everything to save him. I won't let him slip out of my fingertips."

It hurt me that Greg would even wonder whether or not I could take a bullet or 100 for Sherlock. I would do whatever I needed to do. There wasn't a measure that I wasn't willing to take to ensure his safety.

"I'm going to find Sherlock now," I grumbled and twisted the door open.

A/N- Sorry it's so short! I'll have more as soon as I can!