Just another case... (on hold)

3 - Coffee

At Costa
John's POV

Costa was very busy. I guess it is very popular. The busier Costa was, the more angry people I had to apologise to. That's how it went. Sherlock shoved his way to the front of the queue with me following behind and saying "Sorry" to everyone I walked past. They weren't the only ones complaining. I couldn't help but shout at him "You might be Sherlock Holmes but you still have to wait for a coffee. Jesus, Sherlock." As you can guess, he ignored me.

We got to the front of the queue and he asked the barista, not for a coffee, not for any sort of food or drink actually, but if they had seen the man in the photograph he had just produced. Right. So that was what coffee in the middle of a case was about. One person said that they had seen him. Just a couple of hours before. He was with 2 women. One was about 5' 2".  She had brown hair and looked in her early 70s. Identifiable as Mrs Hudson. What was she doing here with Lestrade? We would have to figure that out later. Who could the other woman be

She was a similar height but a bit taller. Maybe 5' 3"? 5' 4"? She had brown hair. It was very dark, almost black. She didn't look very familiar to the waitress. She had seen Lestrade and Mrs Hudson there before (on different occasions) but she had never seen the other woman. I can't think of anyone to match her description but clearly Sherlock could. I have never seen him cry. He has pretended to before to make me look like an idiot but never for real. Right now he looked like he could burst into tears at any minute. I didn't understand. Who could have this much of an effect on him? Who would make him feel like this?

"John," Said Sherlock, clearly holding back tears "I think I need to solve this case alone. Without you. Without the police. Without Molly. Without anyone. Go home."

"Sherlock, are you okay? You look... upset"

"I AM FINE!"

He was really shaken. I wasn't going to leave him alone like this. He might be crazily smart but he is sometimes mentally unstable and right now he wasn't safe.

"No you are not."

"Go home, John. I don't need you."

"Well tough. I am not going to leave you like this."

"Trust me, John, you cant help."

"Well, I can bloody well try! Cant I!"

"No. You cant even get close to trying. You don't understand."

He wasn't going to change his mind. I had no choice.

"Fine. But promise me you wont do anything stupid."

"Like what? What am I going to do?"

"Just promise me."

"Okay, I promise. Can you go now?"

"Yes. I am going."

And with that, I left. I just had to trust him.

What will Sherlock do without his best friend? Who knows...

See ya lovelies.

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