Believe in Sherlock

Chapter 26-Maggie's POV

We returned to 221b Baker Street and Sherlock was lying on the couch with his hands steepled under his chin. I sat in the large leather chair by the fireplace while John sat in the chair across from me.

We were all lost in our own thoughts and the flat was completely silent. Not even Mrs. Hudson could be heard from the floor below us.

"What happened, Sherlock?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence.

Sherlock twisted awkwardly on the couch until he was looking at me. I held in a chuckle at his rather uncomfortable position. "What happened when?" He asked.

"Back at the cemetery. You looked...troubled." I struggled to find a word to describe his glazed over eyes that had looked at me with such burning hatred before they had suddenly cleared and showed horror and fear.

"Troubled? Nonsense. I was...distracted." He muttered and returned to his original position. I didn't believe him for a second and I could tell he knew it.

"Distracted? Since when do you point a gun at people just because you were 'distracted'?" John butted into the conversation.

"I've done it before. Remember back when we were both almost arrested and you were my 'hostage'? I was a bit distracted then." Sherlock retorted.

"So what happens when you have another one of these 'distracted moments' and you really do shoot someone?" John asked.

Sherlock remained silent and I could see that he wasn't sure of the answer from the way his forehead creased slightly in deep thought.

"You know, you never told us how you survived your little 'fall'." John said, trying another conversation topic and for that Sherlock seemed grateful.

"It's rather obvious but since your...you, I'll tell you. John, do you remember that rubber ball I had before I sent you off on your little wild goose chase? Back at Molly's lab?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?" John asked.

Sherlock just rolled his eyes. "John, sometimes you worry me with your lack of intelligence. Do you wish for me to explain from the beginning?"

John sat back in his chair and nodded. Despite his calm act, I could tell he wanted to jump out of that chair and punch Sherlock in the face.

"Well if you must know, I used that rubber ball to hide my pulse in my wrist. Although your fingers were shaking so much, you probably wouldn't have felt it anyway. I put the ball in the crook of my elbow, slipping it up my sleeve while you were being hit by that biker." Sherlock explained.

"Alright, I think I understand that but how did you survive the actual falling part?" John asked, slightly impatient.

"Well, the truck in front of me and the angle at which you two were both witnessing my 'death' blocked me hitting the ground correct?" Sherlock said nonchalantly.

John and I nodded.

"Yes well, I did hit the ground. It's hard to explain and I shall tell you another time when we aren't so busy. The blood was fake by the way and all those people blocking me from view were my network of homeless people they were in on it as well." Sherlock looked over at me before continuing, "Mycroft was in on it as well."

I felt my body tense a bit. Mycroft knew? And he never bothered to tell me? Sherlock seemed to know what I was thinking and send me a slightly sympathetic look before wiping it off his face. "How was Mycroft involved?" I asked.

"He mainly just gave me a place to stay and information on Moriarty's webs. Also, he kept the police from investigating the case although they wouldn't have found anything anyways, they're too idiotic to do that. A few other minor things like that." Sherlock explained.